Saturday May 31, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse
Part I: Wet Feet

Transcript

Ebbirnoth:Captain Tagon, sir. Northport Central is secure. Dock One is yours for the taking
Ebbirnoth:Sergeant Schlock gave an impromptu plasma-powered flight demonstration, and the irregulars ran off.
Captain Tagon:Nice work, Lieutenant. That's what Sergeants are for. How do those tabs feel?
Ebbirnoth:They float, sir. I can't feel them at all. I guess that means they feel fine.
Schlock:Sorry. Did I screw up our big entrance?
Ebbirnoth:Yes, but then you screwed it back down, so we're okay.