Okay, so Zule wants to take out life insurance policies on fifty random healthy young people, and just wait. He figures there is a probabilitiy one will die off soon. You know what? I'd never want to cross zule. He's real smart and stuff. Like if we got divorced or something, he'd let me keep the house, but make me move the entire building somewhere else.
I think I'm going to go to Babylon this weekend watch the bellydancers. I'm going to bring my zils, and let the baby dance along. I may even dance. Doubtful, I'm rather a fringedweller. But they have the best food there, ever.