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!
Elf:Ebby, look out. Schlock's right in. . .
Elf:. . . front of you.
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.