Sunday October 23, 2005
Narrator:The local police hunt fugitive Lieutenant Commander Der Trihs.
Policeman:All right, where is he?
Shodan:I was going to ask you the same thing.
Shodan:We sent our attorney in to post bail, only to find out our Commanding Officer is already gone! What kind of an outfit are you people running here?
Policeman:Don't play dumb with us. You were just talking to him.
Policeman:Give him up now, or I'll have to put you all under arr-
Narrator:Note: That scream was not a "little girl" squeal.
Policeman:What was that?
Narrator:The timbre is reminiscent of a cross between a lion and a five-car pile-up.
Narrator:Elizabeth is three meters tall and masses eight hundred and twenty kilograms.
Narrator:The killing machine attempting to eat her is seven meters long, and masses over two thousand kilograms.
Narrator:It's teeth are like nightmarish saw blades, jagged and serrated.
Narrator:But Elizabeth's fist hits like a wrecking ball.
Narrator:. . .and Lieutenant Shodan's pistol is anything but gentle.
Narrator:While the shark didn't bite off more than it could chew, it bit off more than it will live to chew.