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Harv and Vivaldi watched, jaws agape as the pair of socks, well mostly the rougher looking of the two, outlined their plan. The socks gave a little bow and disappeared through the floor plating.

"Did anything about that strike you as unusual?" aksed Vivaldi after a few minutes had passed.

"Socks that could move on their own and seemed to be communicating a rather complex plan, you mean?"

"Nah. They were obviously smart wool. I mean, they were clearly a matched pair, but one was nearly pristeen and the other had that safety pin and what was clearly a tattoo on his heel. I mean, aren't they supposed to look alike?

"And how do you tattoo wool?"

"I was in the Air Force. I've seen stranger things."