Sunday March 3, 2002
Narrator:It would appear that someone is about to do something either very selfless or very stupid with a big pile of explosives...
Sign:Schlock Mercenary Presents Famous Last Words
Hob:(thinking) No more primers... No time ta rig a fuse...
Hob:(thinking) Gotta get this bomb 'splodin' now, or all my goopy new friends are dead.A 'Splosive round'll work, but I gotta stand right in front o' the bomb to score a hit...
Hob:(thinking) There's only one thing left to do b'sides pull the trigger.Gotta figure out what to say.
Narrator:Okay, time-out here. Do you really plan to kill yourself this way?
Hob:Yup. Can't think of any way i'd rather go. Now do you wanna leave me to do it in peace? We're burnin' time here.
Narrator:Time's not a problem. I called time-out. The fans are going to be upset at this, you know.
Hob:Yer the narrator. Narrate. Spin it so they're happy.
Narrator:Elf is gonna be pretty upset, too.
Hob:An' she'd be upset if I let the amorphs die.
Narrator:"Hey, y'all! Watch this."
Narrator:It was a suggestion for your last words.
Hob:I was shootin' for sumthin' profound. Not a punchline.
Narrator:Never mind. We're out of space. Light it up.