Wednesday April 28, 2004
Ozvegan Ryk:Yo, Griz, you paged?
Ozvegan Griz:Yeah. We're ready to haul the deceased back to the lab.
Ozvegan Ryk:Whoa... That's some burn.
Ozvegan Griz:Plasma cannon. Though-and-though, plus two bulkheads.
Sign:-othing to see here, fo-
Ozvegan Griz:Our victim also lost one of his three arms to it. He might have put his arm up in defense.
Ozvegan Ryk:I, uh.. I had charburger nuggets for lunch, Griz.
Ozvegan Griz:If you need to take a call on the porcelain phone, take it outside.