Transcript for Sunday, August 22, 2004
Narrator: In yesterday's strip, we saw a pair of Tausennigan Ob'enn Thunderhead Superfortresses disabled by a pair of very fast breacher missiles.
Narrator: In today's strip, we pull back. . . 136 light-minutes away, and move forward in time by 136 minutes.
Tagon: What was
that?!?!
Ennesby: That looked like a pair of very fast, very large, very lucky missiles.
Schlock geeks: Three panels of recap! Aaargh!
Shirt: Petey lives!
Schlock geeks: At least it updated on time.
Tagon: Can you track them? or maybe back-track them?
Ennesby: I'm working on it. I'm going to look around with the nine-minute array, and. . .
Ennesby: Whoa!
Tagon: What's "Whoa?" which
screen?!?! I was looking at you!
Ennesby: Scrapyard just got hit with a third breacher.
Ennesby: This one had murder on it's mind.
Scrapyard got vaporized.
Ennesby: Just before it hits, though. . . look at this frame.
Tagon: What's that dot?
Ennesby: Unless I miss my guess, that's the longboat, filled with the luckiest people for a light-day in any direction.
Tagon: Awright, Thurl!
Ennesby: If you'll warn me when you're about to do your happy dance, I can make sure the Wardroom is clear.
Schlock: I heard cheering and thought there might be popcorn or maybe some of those bacon and potato thingies.