Wednesday July 2, 2003
Legs:Nick, that flower ate Sergeant Schlock! Shoot it down!
Nick:Relax, Legs. Da Sarge'll blast his way outta dat flower when he's good and ready.
Legs:Oh, that's right. He'll just use this plasgun of his. Silly me.
Nick:Yeah. He's a mean shot wit' dat t'ing.
Legs:I see that your brain was built by the lowest bidder.