Frightinary.
Are you sure this is the right document? Say again. Can't make you out, Tiny - speak louder. Then move closer to the telephone poll, that might help. Tiny? Arrrggh. Bad luck. We've just lost Tiny Montgomery again. His carrier just dropped the call. By "carrier," I mean the phone line tap he rigged up outside of his six-room lean-to in Madagascar. (That's how he makes all of his calls, apparently.) Tiny's been helping us pull together our next interstellar tour. He sent through the itinerary by primitive fax, and man... it's scary as hell. Perhaps it's a communications issue. You know - hard to get ahold of the better venues, especially when you're using the modern equivalent of soupcans and string to make your calls. I get that. Tiny has his issues, and we have ours... and mothers, this itinerary is one of 'em. Matt and some of the other members of our crew have suggested there are more nefarious factors at work in this whole thing. Tiny, some...