It did not seem possible, Mayhem thought now, that a mistake could be made.
Something, Mayhem decided, had come up during transmigration.
Mayhem dabbed at his Sirian forehead gratefully, mopping at sweat.
Mayhem's answer was a question, but the question didn't really require an answer.
The whole galaxy, let alone the solar system, knew the Mayhem legend.
But of course ...