Tuesday May 27, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part I: Wet Feet
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Ebbirnoth: Platoon, Ten-HUT!
Ebbirnoth: We're here to secure, and also to intimidate. Don't foul that up by laughing at Sergeant Schlock's accidental aerobatics.
Ebbirnoth: As far as the spectators are concerned, this is the way we always disembark.
Nick: Ebby, sir. . . as far as Schlock's concerned, this is the way we always disembark.
Grunt: *snerk*
Ebbirnoth: No laughing! And so help me, if you make me giggle, every titter is coming out of your pay.