Friday June 20, 2003
Book 3: Under New Management — Part III: Board of Accidental Tourism


Schlock: Fine. I won't torch a path through the forest. I've got a better idea.
Schlock: You just power your suits the rest of the way up, and fly above the undergrowth.
Legs: But you don't have a flight suit, sarge.
Schlock: I know. I'll just use my plasgun in rocket mode.
Legs: Two words, sarge. Crown Fire.
Schlock: Four words. That sounds pretty cool.