Friday March 1, 2002
Kevyn:Hob, blow the dome. We have to get some fresh air in here now, or fifty amorphs die.We'll just have to take our chances with the tanks waiting outside.
Hob:Yes sir.Okay, mister primer. Strut your stuff!
Kevyn:Maybe you've set my expectations too high, Hob. I was anticipating rather more noise.