Tuesday July 13, 2004
Book 5: The Scrapyard of Insufferable Arrogance — Part III: Handle With Care


Schlock: Hi there. Can you point your gun someplace besides at us?
Kreely Sentry: Whoa! A talking pile o' crap!
Schlock: Right. I get that a lot. Can we get back to the part about you pointing your gun the other way?
Kreely Sentry: See, I was wondering what poachers would be doing with a sled full o' fertilizer.
Schlock: But fertilizer doesn't talk, and probably doesn't mind having guns pointed at it.
Kreely Sentry: Well, maybe if you let it sit long enough...