Wednesday April 8, 2009
Book 11: Massively Parallel — Part I: High Olympus Command


Thurl: Commander, may I have a word with you please?
Thurl: The work of that gentleman's brain, hands, and team will soon be all that stands between us and instant, high-energy death.
Thurl: It would be helpful if he liked not just our money, but also us. You know, as people.
Elf: I want to hit him so hard the carbon cracks.
Thurl: Nice people.