"Should be," Kerry Blane admitted. "But decided to live. Guns went back on me, I had to figure out something else." He frowned. "That's the trouble with you young squirts, you never figure out anything!" he finished accusingly.
"What happened?" Splinter asked slowly.
Kerry Blane jerked his head toward the vision port. "Gave that thing a bellyache," he explained. "It assimilated two hundred vitamin D capsules. And Vitamin D, which is concentrated sunshine, is as fatal to its sunshine-denied life as arsenic would be to yours."
Splinter gulped. "But why are you taking so many yourself?"
Kerry Blane grinned. "Just in case," he said succinctly, "that baby's got a brother who gets a bite at me. My pills and me will give it the damnedest bellyache this solar system ever saw."
They laughed then, laughed in relief and in quick, ironic amusement; and there was a mutual liking and understanding in their eyes that could never be quenched.
"Let's be getting home," Kerry Blane said. "Our assignment's finished."
Splinter nodded happily, reached for the controls.