“Where’s my kit?” Bog demanded,”I have work to do!” The morning shift had dutifully brought his gear when they had relived the night shift. But as soon as they enters the lift and the senior member of his detail requested the Bridge one could visibly see the color drain from the Tellarite. “Wasn’t no need to get the old man involved was there? It’s not like I killed the little prig..” the last coming out as they unceramoniusly shiver him out of the lift…

A pig in lipstick…