Wednesday September 27, 2000
Book 1: The Tub of Happiness


Kevyn:If we cut through the hull here, we could get into the waste-transfer system.
Tagon:It'll be smelly, but we can get in, right?
Kevyn:Well, the hull sensors are only a few centimeters apart. If we want to keep the element of surprise, no single hole can be larger than my fist, and we have to cut very, very carefully.
Brad:Sir, I've gathered up all the bits of Mister Schlock. It's awful, Sir. The biggest piece is the size of my thumb.
Tagon:Send this note along with him in case he comes to with regenerative amnesia.
Kevyn:Or how about no note. I don't want him to know who put him in the ship's sewer.
Schlock:(in a bucket)