Thursday May 1, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse
Part I: Wet Feet


Thurl:Captain, I've found work.
Captain Tagon:Let's hear it.
Thurl:It's a relief mission. We accompany supplies to the Credomar Habitat and oversee their distribution.
Thurl:There's been some rioting, but nobody has anything sharper than sticks and bottles. It'll be a perfect, low-risk shakedown tour.
Thurl:I've run a cost-benefit analysis, and it remains profitable even in extreme contingencies.
Captain Tagon:Did you just weasel-word your way around saying "What's the worst thing that could happen?"
Thurl:Hey, you just now invoked Murphy, not me. Those weasel-words are there for our protection.