Sunday July 6, 2003
Book 3: Under New Management — Part III: Board of Accidental Tourism


Narrator: Sergeant Schlock has just been vomited out of a 'carniflower' bent on digesting him.
Schlock: (thinking) Hey... that's my plasma cannon.
Narrator: His metabolism is seething with the amorph equivalent of adrenaline.
Narrator: He has always been a man (er, blob) of action... Now he's turbo-charged.
SFX: ThooomThooomThooomSPLAT
Nick: Nice shootin' Sarge.
Legs: Shall I get you a spatula?