Saturday May 17, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part I: Wet Feet


Schlock: Wow. The heat. . . the raw metallic plasma those warheads were incredible.
Pibald: Did you see the resonance patterns when the blast fronts overlapped? Chewy. Chewy and delicious, with radioactive sprinkles.
Captain Tagon: If you're done reviewing the movie, I'd like to get on with the briefi-
Schlock: No need, sir.
Schlock: Somebody tried to kill us. Look sharp, weapons ready, don't get dead. We understand.
Pibald: And it makes us happy.