THE PROBLEM IS, NOBODY KNOWS IT!

Flannigan was on his way to get some coffee when Sutherland noticed something strange about him. "Tim," he called out casually, "when did you become right-handed?"

Flannigan wheeled around, reaching for his pistol, but Sutherland fired first. A bright blue bolt flashed. On the floor something lay dying that wasn't Flannigan: a green six-foot insectoid, its tentacles twitching...