Science Fiction
On a dim, steamy night on Xlantu, Zills leapt to recharge and flow together with it into the Maw of Zantur, riding out on waves of Burp crying out in anger which they never did, so all in all, it was an interesting experience.
Spy
Hell! he thought in fluent Russian as his transmitter tooth dropped into his bowl of Borscht after being dislodged by the toothpick which was in reality a tiny antenna, and he knew he was stranded in the cold with too few roubles and no phone card so he could never ring his Mum again.