Thursday December 26, 2002
Jevee Ceeta:There's one problem with this scenario of yours, Doyt. Tug is still inside holding your friends hostage.
DoytHaban:Hmmm... An armored space-dwarf and his sentient axe-cannon facing down a platoon of armored infantry.
Tug Shandal:Och! They're jamming me radar with showers of soup!
DoytHaban:And elephants, too. Did I forget to mention the elephants?
Narrator:We are forced to assume that there are iron supplements in that soup.