Sunday February 4, 2001


Book 1: The Tub of Happiness
Bombs Ahoy

Transcript

Narrator:Big bombs are ticking. Evacuation in progress. T-Minus 4 minutes...
Shep:Into the elevator, people!
Guy in Suit:Hey, women and children first?
Shep:Big, strong, men first. then women. childern go last.
Guy in Suit:But why?! The children are our future!!
Shep:Because this way I can stack them on top of you. Now shut up and brace yourself.
Random Kid:Wheee!
SFX:Stuhff
Narrator:T-Minus 3 minutes...
Uncertain:Admiral, Squad B here. All ships have blown clear.
Breya:Take your squad down on the next elevator, Sergeant.
Breya:Ennesby, can you teraport the top end of the hellevator to safety? We need to grab everything from just above tier 11 clear up to the counter-weight station.
Ennesby:That's a lot of mass... It'll take time.
Breya:I have three teraport units. Can you use them in tandem?
Ennesby:Yup. It'll still take a few seconds to completely 'port, though. And we'll need to cut the Hellevator at tier 11 before the blast.
Breya:And that's why we brought you along, corporal.
Nick:But i dunno how to do demolitions.
Breya:Of course you don't. But the stationmaster does, And I may need you to help me twist his arm.
Narrator:T-minus 2 minutes...
Schlock:The skiff is loaded captain. We're ready to 'port out of here.
Tagon:Kevyn. Are you ready?
Kevyn:Shields are tuned, kitesfear's 'port is keyed for eta carinae... Yes, sir.
Tagon:Brad, 'port the skiff to the far side of luna.
Narrator:T-Minus 25 seconds..
Breya:Thank you for your cooperation, stationmaster.
Nick:You want I should put his arm in the fridge, admiral?
SFX:Bang.
Narrator:Three... Two... One...
Sign:Tier 11
Narrator:Tune in tommorow.
Kitesfear: