Friday February 27, 2009
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse


Elf:Hello, pipsqueak.
Para Ventura:Hi, Commander.
Elf:My boyfriend tells me you killed a dozen people while protecting him and Private Aardman from the mob.
Para Ventura:There were only eight, and I didn't mean to kill them.
Elf:Yeah? Well playing Goddess of War and protecting the most beautiful bald head in the universe is supposed to be my job.
Elf:Thanks for standing in for me.
Para Ventura:Please don't make me need to do it again.