Monday June 2, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse
Part I: Wet Feet


Aardman:Fresh pallet for you, Corporal.
Corporal Chisulo:Thanks. You wanna have a go?
Aardman:At what? Catching three-hundred-kilo food crates? You're kidding, right?
Corporal Chisulo:Oh, come on, Private. Be a sport. They only weigh about thirty pounds up here.
Aardman:And I weigh about ten pounds, so the crates still win.
Corporal Chisulo:It's no fun when you've already done the math.