Sunday August 22, 2004
Narrator:In yesterday's strip, we saw a pair of Tausennigan Ob'enn Thunderhead Superfortresses disabled by a pair of very fast breacher missiles.
Narrator:In today's strip, we pull back. . . 136 light-minutes away, and move forward in time by 136 minutes.
Tagon:What was that?!?!
Ennesby:That looked like a pair of very fast, very large, very lucky missiles.
Schlock geeks:Three panels of recap! Aaargh!
Schlock geeks:At least it updated on time.
Tagon:Can you track them? or maybe back-track them?
Ennesby:I'm working on it. I'm going to look around with the nine-minute array, and. . .
Tagon:What's "Whoa?" which screen?!?! I was looking at you!
Ennesby:Scrapyard just got hit with a third breacher.
Ennesby:This one had murder on it's mind. Scrapyard got vaporized.
Ennesby:Just before it hits, though. . . look at this frame.
Tagon:What's that dot?
Ennesby:Unless I miss my guess, that's the longboat, filled with the luckiest people for a light-day in any direction.
Ennesby:If you'll warn me when you're about to do your happy dance, I can make sure the Wardroom is clear.
Schlock:I heard cheering and thought there might be popcorn or maybe some of those bacon and potato thingies.