Tuesday October 26, 2004
Book 6: Resident Mad Scientist — Part II: Schlocktoberfest 2004


TAGON: Elf, snap out of it.  I can't carry you, our prisoner, and the Sergeant.

ELF: My tank, Sir.  What about my tank?

TAGON: Your tank blew up back on Zoojack Alpha.  That was months ago, Lieutenant.

ELF: And you still haven't replaced my legs?  Sir, our healthcare sucks.

TAGON: And that stimmie I gave you must be past its sell-by date.