...HIjol stands, little chilly, if you want to know, as Teacake had promised him some fuzzy slippies or jackboots or some such...he is in the Maktar Stealth Trance, waiting for the Ultimate Sacrifice...through the haze, he hears a vile, ensnaring combination of Jimmy Hendricks and "Springtime for Hitler"...and what in the hell are those soaring French Horns???...Alex?...Alexander???...somethingbrave?. ..courage??? ...he cannot make it out...and what are his captors?/handlers? on about...Hirogies or pirogues, or...but wait!...the Maktar could not keep the horrificable thought from leaping to his hazed mind...HIROGEN!!!!...that is what the one called Melakon was saying...HIjol could barely but remember the way the Hunt and Kill went...entrails...sinew...musculature...(wow, HIjol was impressed he could form mental pictures under the amount of stealth haze he had taken and wished for one just one more little hit)...musculature...tendons???...hey! what is a little lube between friends! he remembered Teacake saying that was going to be a part...but THIS?...sure, Voyager was ever-so-watchable, and Janeway was an Utter Babe...though, truth to tell, 7 was intimidating as hell to him...pro'ly would never have consummated...he could hear the EMH through that Incessant Chorus with visions of a starship going past a cloud or some damn thing...hear the EMH asking him what the nature was of his medical emergency, and HIjol having to tell him he had PA with THE hottest borgness ever...no, THAT was not gonna happen...ok, that is settled, he was outta there...ok, gotta get to 88 mph at 1.21 gigawa...no, wrong show...and how the HELL do I undo this Velcro shit...oh, just pull...mmm...that stealth haze...hee hee...no, back to it...and Ryker was only ever just ok with me...teacake, Melakon, Norton and Guy...Oh, My!!!