Friday August 18, 2006
Book 8: The Sharp End of the Stick — Part I: Jeopardy


Kevyn: I think I hear them coming.
Schlock: Only now? Your head must be full of cotton-candy.
Schlock: The wind shifted. I can smell them now, too.
Schlock: They smell like they eat meat, you know.
Kevyn: How about some good news, Sergeant?
Schlock: I'm not made of meat.