Saturday June 3, 2006
Elf:Tag, blow the ammo in one of the conning tower turrets, and roll us away from the police cruiser. Now.
Elf:Ennesby, put out a distress call. We're being hijacked. Make it look convincing.
Ennesby:The police are screaming at us. The Popigai sounds amused, and is offering a gravitic sweep.
Elf:Now... teraport us someplace safe.
Ennesby:But we're inside the...
Elf:I said Now.
Touch-and-Go:Yes ma'am, it has been nice knowing you.