GT: Well, you see, I've been skewered, flambŽ-ed, flattened and brained by the Goddess so much that my memory is not what it used to be.

JB: {{Impatient look}}

GT: All right, all right! I remember. I said that I owed you one.

JB: Don't worry Gerry, this new little doohickey doesn't require any surgery.

GT: {{Skeptical}} Really now.

JB: That's the whole point! It's too hard to kidnap people and do a long and expensive neurosurgery operation. Even if we have Heresy do it.

GT: Heresy knows how to do neurosurgery?

JB: No, but he likes to kidnap people. As a favor to him we let him practice his surgery skills.

GT: {{Blank stare}}

JB: Here, let me show you. All I have to do is slap this little baby on you. {{Pats Gerry on the back}}. Just like a Spider- tracer.

GT: And that's all?

JB: That's all.

GT: Doesn't sound too bad. How does it work?

JB: It's constantly listening to the ambient noise, and if it hears the start of the DoN's name it shocks you.

GT: Really? Xe--Yiiih!

5000 Volts pass through Gerry. [It's not the voltage that kills you, it's the amperes.]

GT: {{From the ground}} Good grief! That's quite a little pick- me-up!

JB: Cool huh?

GT: I'll sa--Argh! What in Tartarus was that!

JB: Well, there are a few bugs.

GT: Like?

JB: The speech recognition software is an Open Source beta I found on the 'Net. Sometimes it has trouble distinguising words.

GT: {{Pawing at his back}} Cripes! Get this thing off of me!

JB: Relax, you just have to be careful of what you sa--

GT: Yiiih!

JB: --ay. Sorry.

GT: {{Glaring}} Ok, explain *that*.