Damn It All!

"Alright. Great. Let's get the hell out of here."

Minoth holstered his gunknives with their usual muffled click, conscious of his companions' befuddlement at their continued manifestation - and of Eunie's holding still, watching him.

"What the sparks is 'hell'?"

"Ah, you know...h-e-double-gunrods?" he offered, reaching out to tap the butt of hers.

No recognition.

"Y'know, the ol' hot place...?"

Eunie cocked her head, then shook it. "I thought I knew all our swears, now you're tellin' me they've invented new ones?"

No, Minoth thought, that one's as old as God, but didn't say so.

Instead, innocently: "I'll be damned..."