<font:Arial:16>      Burns was a wretched moron, but his ineptitude was always a footnote to Blunder’s thesis of stupidity.
      “Hey dudes, what’s happening?”  His call on arrival sent Montrouvian Space Kestrels sighing back to their nests, knowing that they could no longer hunt the least intelligent creature on the planet.
      I knew I would be forced to draw him into the Arena, if only to shut him up for a while.  His torturous stories about failing to pick up women on Baldonis Prime could bore the stars to ossification.
      I found him staring catatonically into a rock, as if enraptured by its wit.  
      “This,” I thought,” will be satisfying.”