Narrator: And so each day dragged by like a dogsled through a cornfield.
Kevyn: We've got a hypernet feed now. I've anonymized it through one node of the Very Dangerous Array.
Narrator: Weeks passed in turn, like the salt shaker at Sunday dinner.
Schlock: I'm Bored. Bored, bored, bored. Boredyboredy-Mcbored.
Kevyn: Then learn some new words for "bored" instead of making them up, Sergeant.
Narrator: The toughs killed time like Samson killed Philistines, and with very nearly as much jawbone-of-ass.
? #1: WOO-HOO! The signal's down again!
? #2: I just wish we could see who we're blowing up.
Schlock: ...inable, interminable. Termini-...-termini-termini-termini-bull-bull-bull-bull...
Kevyn: Okay, who taught the sergeant how to mutter the word "interminable?"
Narrator: The narrator burned through metaphors like an arsonist burning, you know, stuff that burns.
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