Sunday September 17, 2000
Book 1: The Tub of Happiness — Everybody's Gotta Eat


Robber: Don't nobody move!! Put your hands up!!!
Breya: Which do you want? Hands up, or nobody moving?
Robber: Don't nobody argue with me!
Schlock: (Whisper) Psst, you carrying?
Breya: I'm just asking how you would like me to put my hands up without moving.
Tagon: Locked and loaded. You?
Robber: You don't move a muscle and freeze like an icicle! And you raise your hands up high where I can see them!!
Breya: Of course. Silly me.
Schlock: Yeah. I think we're all armed.
Robber: Thassa good girl!
Tagon: On three...
Robber: Rest o' you follow her good girl example! Right now!
Tagon: One... Two....
Entire Crew: Three!!
Narrator: In the interests of making a long story short, let's simply say that the evening out included quite a bit of noise, some collateral damage, and a coroner. The restaurant owner picked up the dinner tab. Mister Schlock probably summed it up best...
Schlock: We've got to go out to eat more often.