Monday August 9, 2004
Book 5: The Scrapyard of Insufferable Arrogance — Part IV: Hand it Over


Narrator: Aboard the Scrapyard of Insufferable Arrogance
Marine engineer: Whoa! Athens just tore out of here like there's no tomorrow.
Marine engineer: She wasn't too careful about it, either. Her drive gravied a gaggle of fabbies on her way out.
Thurl: Everybody back into the longboat! Now!
Marine engineer: What's up Thurl?
Thurl: If Athens left like there's no tomorrow, then there probably won't be one. At least not for anybody hanging around here.
Marine engineer: So when that little voice in your head says "Run away," you just run without asking questions?
Thurl: Do you even see these gray hairs, kid?