Saturday January 10, 2015
Book 15: Delegates and Delegation — Part III: Conflagration

Transcript

BREYA: We need to move.  Chisulo and Haban can't hold that entry much longer.

MURTAUGH: They're holding?  What are they holding it with?

BREYA: Your neophant is soaking up bullets while my husband throws exploding poop.

CHISULO: Ow.

HABAN: You okay, Chisulo?

CHISULO: Armor's taking most of it.

You?

SFX: KAPOOW

HABAN: I could really use a pasta bar right now.  But I'd settle for a proper belt of grenades.