Tuesday December 9, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part IV: Fuller's Soap


Legs: Get ready. I'm going to bring us down hard right next to the target.
Legs: Waugh! Enemy gravy! They just killed our annie-plants! We've got no power!
Legs: New flight plan everybody. . . I'm going to bring us down really hard, and I'm not sure where.
Legs: Also, I'm not steering.