Tuesday June 3, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse
Part I: Wet Feet

Transcript

Aardman:It's scary, the way those things just arc through the air like that.
Corporal Chisulo:The port's got a pair of grav-slingers, one on each end. First one fires the box at where we'll be when the station rotates enough, and the second one catches it and sets it in your arms, light as a feather, and gentle as a mother's kiss.
Aardman:Your mother weighs six tons, and "kisses" with two meters of muscled trunk.
Corporal Chisulo:And she's not a pansy two-legs afraid to try catching a box.