] Somewhere in the control room of my mind a fat little
] dwarf in a security outfit was paging through a Penthouse
] while smoking a cigar with his feet up on the table,
] watching the security monitors of my brain with his
] peripheral vision. Suddenly he saw the LARGE SILENT
] SINSITER MENACING FLOATING PRESENCE coming at me, and he
] pulled every panic switch and hit every alarm that my
] body has.

The Horror of Blimps