Monday October 31, 2005
Narrator:This genetically re-created prehistoric shark is twenty meters long, and masses over fifty thousand kilograms.
Narrator:Whales, her usual prey, are hard work to take down. Humans, however, are easy. She had one last night, and another just moments ago.
Narrator:The only problem is that there's not much meat on them but hey, who can turn free hors d'oeuvres?
Narrator:Of corse, as with hors d'oeuvres you're taking the chance that somebody has spread something really nasty on that cracker. You know, lick fish entrails, raw organ meat, or puree of gastropod.
Narrator:Or, in this case, armed, armored, and angry mercenary.
SFX:BLAM BLAM BLAM
Captain Hartung:You owe me a new boat.
Jo:You owe me clean pants.