Sunday June 15, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part I: Wet Feet


Narrator: Meanwhile, in the Charynic District of Credomar. . .
Elf: I think you want to take a left up ahead, Shodan.
Shodan: Lots of young men loitering around that corner. . . Doesn't look good.
Shodan: Aaand we have a roadblock. I hate being right.
Elf: Keep the wheel. I've got this
Curly: EVERYBODY out of the truck!
Elf: Move the dumpster, mister. We're delivering this to the Makyra outlet center.
Curly: No, you're delivering it right here.
Curly: Credomar was founded on principles of democracy. My friends and I just held a caucus, and it was unanimous. Your new authorized deliver point is this corner.
Elf: Well, that's wonderful news. You and your constituency may proceed with your rally.
Curly: Right. . . Start unloading, boys! It's time to -
Curly: Urrrk?
Elf: Oops. Veto. I think you're going to need to come up with a bigger legislature.