Howsoever, the Kash Bowl is filled with bulging biceps and pulsating pecs. Droplets of manly perspiration seem to be flying in every direction as the assortment of hulks strut their stuff. Well-oiled bodies parade around the room, stopping every so often to flex and preen. I shake my head in wondement. What do the women see in all that brawn? More to the point, noticing the sly smiles and winks, what do these guys see in each other?

"Caily?" I call out to our divine hostess. "Are you burning some kind of incense to one of your Mesopotamian Gods? If not, we'd best see who it is that walked through the camel pens on the way in here!"

I try to ignore the commotion and turn to my partners in this clinical endevor. There's Sokni, but Apil seems to have gone missing... again. I look under the table and find that he has once more, "flowed" out of his seat. I signal to Sokni to help me fetch him back. We need him to be awake and as least semi-sober if this experiment is to be a success.