Thursday April 1, 2004
Book 5: The Scrapyard of Insufferable Arrogance — Part I: Hand to Mouth


Benninyninji: Five hours... I guess that'll be okay. The mob is still a day out.
Tagon: I said five hours until we reach orbit. Insertion will take just a little longer.
Benninyninji: Eeeew. Insertion of What?
Tagon: Troops. Insertion of troops. You know, Soldiers?
Tagon: We have to insert my soldiers into your
Benninyninji: You people are sick, do you know that? Sick!