Snippet #1120120

"If what was right was obvious, we wouldn't be sitting here drinking subpar robusta coffee underneath what I can only assume are lights specifically intended to disorient and confuse patrons." She was speaking primarily to the ceiling.

"Anyway," she turned her attention back to him, "it should hardly be the place of the gods to determine what's right for man. It's like the anteater deciding the outcome of army ants' election primaries. We're all too big and self-important to take notice of what's below us. Most of us anyway." Her voice was bitter and her eyes dark. She seemed lost in her mind again for a moment, then started reading the code flashing by on the screen and fiddling with her bracelet. "You misplaced a decimal point there, Quagmire."