Tuesday March 11, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse
Prologue: Drydock


Schlock:I'm not sick. I'm digesting. I need to neutralize this solvent so it'll stop trying to eat a hole in me.
Legs:Eat or be eaten, eh?
Schlock:Yeah, I guess you could look at it that BURRRP!
Legs:Frankly, my dear, it's full of stars. . .
Legs:I see dead people!