Saturday May 15, 2004
Massey:Sergeant, you were supposed to be protecting mister Nubs. Not blowing holes in him.
Schlock:Massey, I didn't do it. I swear.
Schlock:I was standing next to him, and something hit me. Next thing I know I'm pulling myself together and he's in a heap in the middle of the room.
Massey:Sergeant, there's no trace of anybody else having been in that room besides you and Acey Nubs.
Schlock:Then maybe he shot himself.
Massey:Sure. He cut off his own hand, roasted the stub up to his elbow, and then plasgunned a smoking hole clear through his chest.