Wednesday October 24, 2007
Book 9: The Body Politic
Part III: Schlocktober Fest 2007

Transcript

Doctor Bunnigus:I'm safe from bullets now that I have got my armor on. And it'll keep me nice and warm in case the hull is gone.
Doctor Bunnigus:I have a pistol loaded here, and I am not afraid to use it, nor will I stop before I throw this here grenade.
Doctor Bunnigus:Ugh. . . All those rhymes in my dreams. They haunt me almost as much as the visions of uncontained Xinchub.
Doctor Bunnigus:
There once was a king made of fat
who died on the throne where he sat.
He tried to come back
but could not for the lack
of a place where he might wear a hat.
Doctor Bunnigus:Okay, I feel better.