Sunday October 27, 2002
Narrator:A freshly desegregated Sergeant Schlock, accompanied by a recently reassembled Ensign Ennesby, move up on enemy positions.
Schlock:Do you know what I like most about these solo missions?
Schlock:I don't have to wait for somebody else to holler 'open fire.'
Narrator:Or 'cease fire.'
Narrator:Or 'Aaugh! Sergeant, collateral damage!' for that matter.
Ennesby:I outrank you. I could holler 'open fire.'
Schlock:If you get a chance, it'll only be because you saw the enemy first.
Narrator:Meanwhile, in the enemy-held fire control room. . .
Ob'enn Admiral:Lieutenant, I believe their Captain is stalling for time.
Ob'enn Lieutenant:I agree sir.
Ob'enn Admiral:No more negotiating. Fire at will.
Ob'enn Lieutenant:With pleasure, si. . .
Narrator:Meanwhile, just down the hall. . .
Kevyn:They've got mini-tanks on sentry duty. We're hosed.
Tagon:What was that noise?
Kevyn:Whatever it was, it's drown off the tanks. Let's go!
Kevyn:Back! Let's go back!
Kevyn:I, for one, am pleasantly surprised to still be alive.
Schlock:I'm glad I could be of service, sirs. The fire-control room is secure.
Tagon:Secure? Don't you mean gone?
Schlock:Couldn't be helped, Captain. They had tanks. I had to use breacher rounds.
Tagon:Full-auto, from the look of things.
Ennesby:You might say we came in loaded for bear.
Kevyn:No. You might say that. Don't pin your lame pun on me.