Good luck, boss. Don't let'em turn you into horse meat! (Blackjack)

Far, far below, red liquid bubbled. Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup? None of the posibilities were good.

We'd just released a zebra in Las Vegas.

The last thing I wanted to do was blow up another school.

Then something occurred to me. "Get closer," I told Blackjack. He whinnied in protest. "Just within shouting distance," I said. "I need to talk to the statue." Now I'm sure you've lost it, boss, Blackjack said

He touched the screen as if trying to reach through with his hand. "You're a wonderful young lady. I don't tell you that often enough. You remind me so much of your mother. She'd be proud. And Grandpa Tom" --he chuckled-- "he always said you'd be the most powerful voice in our family. You're going to outshine me some day, you know. They're going to remember me as Piper McLean's father, and that's the best legacy I can imagine.

Getting something and having the wits to use it...those are two different things.