Wednesday April 16, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse
Prologue: Drydock

Transcript

Captain Tagon:By the way, mercenary work isn't government work. Our physical requirements are strict, with no exceptions. Thurl should have known that.
Captain Tagon:Your trunk is very nice but everybody needs at least two hands. Even our Frellenti Corporal with her prehensile tongue had to be able to pick things with her. . .
Captain Tagon:Umm. . .
Corporal Chisulo:Thumb war, sir?
Captain Tagon:Feet?