Sunday November 2, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part IV: Fuller's Soap


Narrator: Staging Bay One aboard the mercenary warship Touch-And-Go. . .
Schlock: Suit up, tool up, and pick it up! The Captain wants us deployed yesterday.
Nick: We did deploy yesterday, Sarge. Did the Captain forget?
Elf: Get your helmet up, Nick. I think your brain might be evaporating.
Schlock: Officer on deck!
Elf: Thank you, Sergeant.
Elf: Lieutenant Ebbirnoth hasn't fully recovered from last night's ambush, so I'll be your C.O. for this mission.
Elf: We're going to sweep Southport for hostiles. We've got good surveillance in place, but there are places our 'bots can't see, and we've got a lot of ground to cover.
Elf: I want you sharper than razors and frostier than snowmen.
Ebbirnoth: Wait for me! It closed up! I can see!
Schlock: Ebby?
Elf: Ebby, look out. Schlock's right in. . .
Elf: . . . front of you.
Ebbirnoth: Ow!
Schlock: Whoops!
Ebbirnoth: Things are still a little blurry.
Elf: And a little little. I don't think it's done growing yet.
Schlock: Good soup. Needs more noodles, though.