Reports from a Nuthouse

The proton blast tears into Y's black oil and the former Agent's form staggers, rocking back like one of the out-of-shape Philadelphians hitting the tackling rigs during Eagles tryouts in Invincible. Ray, whose shoulders were reflexively migrating up to somewhere around his ears, seizes the opportunity to-

WHZZplopWHRMMMplopWHZZplopTHUD.

Um.

That's going to be interesting videotape to review.

Hope the MiB health care plan includes partial-conversion 'borg coverage, because Y's now a member in the Severed Limbs of Star Wars club four times over.