Sunday December 7, 2003
Book 4: The Blackness Between — Part IV: A Little First Contact


Narrator: Sergeant Schlock leads the evacuation at a dead run.
Schlock: Yee-hah! Try to keep up, Fido!
HorseLizard 1: That tree-branch trick... It's no wonder we've never domesticated the booceros.
HorseLizard 2: Eh. I'm happy not being able to think like poop.
Narrator: Elsewhere, dozens of light-years distant, another evacuation has been completed.
Jevee Ceeta: Tagon, I am ordering you to take us back to the Zoojack system.
Tagon: Please let me finish my briefing first, Colonel.
Jevee Ceeta: You're being insubordinate, Captain. You are on U.N.S. payroll, and right now you're part of the U.N.S. command chain. . .

Where I outrank you!!!

Tagon: Colonel, if you're going to insist on giving orders while you're still in the dark, then it doesn't matter whether or not you outrank me. I'll just disobey, for the good of the company, crew, and my employer, the U.N.S.
Ennesby: That's it! Tagon, you're a genius.
Tagon: No, I'm just a responsible officer.
Ennesby: No, no, no. I'm not talking about what you said. I'm talking about what you said.
Ennesby: Dark matter.
Jevee Ceeta: Back up, Ennesby. You lost us both on the first "what."