Brown Limper Staffor chaired the council meeting in a black mood.
There they sat before the raised platform in the capitol room, wrangling, wrangling, wrangling. Disputing him, the senior councilman of the planet. Objecting to his measures.
him,hisThat black fellow from Africa! That yellow creature from Asia! That tan i***t from South America! That dull, bullheaded brute from Europe! Ugh, ugh, ugh, and UGH!
Ugh, ugh, ugh,UGH!Didn’t they realize he was doing the very best things that could be done for Man? And wasn’t he, Brown Limper Staffor, now representing FIVE tribes since the Brigantes had come, and he was indeed Senior Mayor America?
They were disputing the cost and contract terms of hiring the Brigantes. Of all things! The planet needed a defense force. And these clauses that he
