Tuesday October 4, 2005
Transcript
Der Trihs:Hey! Who's out there? 'Chelle, izzat you?
Michelle:Sir! Monk yelled something then discharged his weapon.
Der Trihs:Was he shooting at you?
Michelle:Nosir.
Der Trihs:Well, good. Let's all go back, get some more drunk and keep on with the not shooting each other.
