Caller: "Hello, is this the Vorlon Consulate?"
Kosh: Yes.
Caller: "May I speak to Ambassador Kosh, please?"
Kosh: We are all Kosh.
Caller: "I understand, but may I speak to the Kosh responsible for
issuing visas?"
Kosh: Yes.
(Fifteen minutes later)
Caller: "Hello! Is anyone there?!"
Kosh: I have always been here.
Caller: "Wait a minute! I've been waiting here for fifteen minutes,
and you've been here all along? What kind of service is this?"
Kosh: Efficient.
Caller: "Efficient my ass! This has got to be the biggest--AAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!"
(Caller screams as psionic blast assails him through comm panel)
Kosh: Impudent.
Caller: (gasping for breath) "Okay, okay! All I want to know
is why there's a travel restriction on the Rim!"
Kosh: If you go to Z'Ha'Dum, you will die.
Caller: "But I need to get there! I don't understand!"
Kosh: Understanding is a three-edged sword.
Caller: "What do you want---AAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!" (Caller is once
again assailed by psionic blast)
Kosh: Never ask that question.
Caller: "All right! But mark my words--one of these days you
bigshots are going to have to answer for this!" (Caller disconnects)
Kosh: The avalanche has already started. It is too late for
the pebbles to vote...
