Friday March 20, 2009
Book 11: Massively Parallel — Part I: High Olympus Command


Narrator: Six hours later. . .
Captain Tagon: They're getting restless again. Tell me you've found work.
Thurl: Yeah, but I had to cast the net pretty wide. We'll have to split up to make enough money.
Captain Tagon: Odd jobs?
Thurl: Really odd. Like this one, "undercover security for the Barsoom Circus."
Schlock: Pick me! Pickmepickme pickmeeee!
Thurl: Stupid thin bulkheads. . .