Saturday February 23, 2002
Hob:Sir, I think I can blast us outta here.
Kevyn:I thought you only brought small stuff, Corporal.
Hob:Yeah, but there's a big ol' hydraulic shaft full o' somethin' like fuel oil, and there are piles o' 'mmonium nitrate over by the trees.
Hob:We can make ANFO. It's primitive, but that buried shaft'll focus the blast, an' rip the roof right off.
Kevyn:What kind of wacky-crack machine uses volatile hydrocarbons in compensatorially oversized hydraulics?
Hob:Dunno. It's alien, right?
Narrator:Hey, the incomprehensibility of the venue was established in Sunday's strip. Let it ride, guys.