Sunday November 30, 2003
Narrator:A fight is about to go down. And, as is often the case, it's up to the women to put a stop to the foolishness.
Elf:Captain Kerchak! Pick me up where I can be seen. I need to give Sergeant Schlock an order!
Elf:Sergeant, stand down! That's an order!
Elf:I know the native insulted you, but didn't you hear how he did it?
Schlock:Yeah. He did it with real feeling. What are you getting at?
Elf:He did it in a language we understand. They speak Galstandard.
Schlock:Oh. That's kinda weird.
Elf:We don't need to fight, or if we do, at least we can parley first.
Kerchak:Sounds good to me, sister.
HorseLizard 1:There will be no fight. We were hunting, and now we are not. The oracle is clear on this. Your pack is safe.
HorseLizard 1:"Food that talks is not food."
Schlock:That explains why you're supposed to eat kreelies when they're young.