Thursday September 6, 2007
Book 9: The Body Politic — Part II: Royal Flush


Palace Gardener: The soil can't just be dumped in! It must be coerced, cajoled, and convinced to join with the
Schlock: Right. I'm on it, dirt-whisperer.
Schlock: TAG, I've got a pile of fill here that needs to go in the crater you made. Can you spare some gravy?
TAG: Indeed, Sergeant.
Schlock: Hey, dirt! Everybody who wants to be in the hole, say nothing as quietly as you can.
Palace Gardener: That is not how it works.
Schlock: It's a good thing you said something. I would have buried you first.