Transcript for Sunday, November 11, 2001
Narrator: Back aboard the
Post-Dated Check Loan, Tagon's crew is reunited. That last gig was rough, but it wasn't anything that the judicious application of illegal medical technology couldn't fix.
Tagon: How are we doing, Doctor? Everyone back to normal?
Bunni: Thurl is having a hard time adjusting to his new weight, and complains that he can't put away food the way he used to.
Bunni: Brad hasn't adjusted to being a two-legged behemoth, yet.
Bunni: And Nick hasn't adjusted to Brad's new size, either.
Bunni: My biggest concern is Sergeant Schlock.
Tagon: We haven't been able to clone eyes for him yet?
Bunni: No. His genes don't code for them. Apparently carbosilicate amorphs don't have eyes.
Tagon: Oh, wow.
Bunni: As you might imagine, this raises some very, very interesting questions.
Tagon: Did he steal the eyes he had, and will the original owner be looking for them?
Bunni: My questions weren't quite
that interesting.
Schlock: Tagon's question is better than the science-y kinds, though.
Bunni: Sergeant, were you eaves-dropping on us?
Schlock: We can talk about how loud you talk and how well I hear later.
Schlock: For now, let's just say 'yes, I stole them,' and 'no, the owner won't come looking for them.'
Schlock: And to answer the question you haven't asked yet, 'Yes I would like your help stealing a new pair.'
Schlock: Oooh. . . It's time for a good, old-fashioned
quest!