Tag Rugby

Gopnik and K. McKenna are running around well outside their assigned quadrants with their tongues outstretched. 'Real-world snow isn't a factor if it's falling on the fucking map!’ Ann Kittenplan's crew-cutted head now protrudes from the kind of rugby-scrum AMNAT's and SOVWAR's heads of state form around Lord's computational food cart. 'For Christ's sake leave us alone!' she shrieks at Pemulis. Troeltsch is going 'Oh, my' into his headset. O. Lord is struggling with the cart's…