[pshrynk]

As Harv dangled by one foot from the snare, he wondered what Vera as up to. He determined that he was through with her, once and for all. It wasn't like they were committed. Or at least not in the sense of spending their lives together. She was just too... predictably unpredictable. Every time they got close enough to think about taking the next step in their relationship, she picked an argument on some technical ground and the whole process started over. Yes. Through. Definitely.

"So, have you thought about my proposal?" asked Vivaldi.

"Um... Sorry?"

"It's a simple matter of you letting me pick the radio stations when we're flying and me then cutting you down."

"Look, this is arguably all your fault anyway, so why not just cut me down and I'll give you a treat?"

"And here's me, fresh out of opposable thumbs!"

"I may have lost my knife, but I still have a gun, you know."

"It's a simple exchange of goods and services, Harv! Besides, I can run around in circles faster than you can swing yourself to get a good aim."

"I hate the music you play! I only tolerate it for half the flight because I'm trying to be fair. And I could just randomly fire behind me, you know."

"And possible hit the Goose, with all that aviation fuel..."

Just then, two wool socks, one of them with a safety pin in its cuff ran by, giving the impression that they were screaming. A blue colored frog hopped after them.