Wednesday October 1, 2008
Captain Tagon:Good morning. What did I sleep through?
Thurl:No, wait. . . He just walked in.
Thurl:It's for you.
Captain Tagon:Who is. . .
General Tagon:Happy forty-ninth birthday, son. A mutual friend said it's high time you and me patched things up.
General Tagon:Now. . . When are you gonna quit prancing around in armored underwear and settle down? I want grandchildren.