Sunday March 1, 2009
Transcript
Narrator:Epilogue: It has been two weeks, and the Touch-And-Go is ready for departure. Barely.
Narrator:Lota was elected King yesterday. The U.N.S. voiced strong protests, but got drowned out by 83% of the now-well-fed Credomaran voters.
Narrator:Corporal Jeffy "Brad" Bradley's body was shipped home and laid to rest in a private service on his homeworld.
Para Ventura:TAG is still offline, Thurl. Tell Tagon to let Ennesby fly us out of here.
Thurl:Tell him yourself, Kiddo. He'll be shuttling up in a few minutes. . . Just as soon as he's done saying goodbye.
Narrator:There was a public service in Credomar this morning in newly-ranamed Mercy Park where Brad's tank's annie-plant landed. The plant isinert, but intact.
Narrator:It would have been a fitting memorial, but it needed more than just a plaque.
Lota:King Lota thinks it is a little too big.
Schlock:Brad's best friend thinks it's almost big enough.
