Thursday January 20, 2005
Book 6: Resident Mad Scientist — Part IV: Old Habits Die Hard


ELF: ... So this dead guy isn't dead.  The possum pitches a grenade right into the middle of the room.

ELF: I thought it was over.  The room wasn't big enough to take cover in, and the grenade was gonna land between me an' the door.  I just knew I was gonna die burning...

Then you ate it.

SCHLOCK: And then you knew that I'd saved you all?

ELF: Well, no.  Then I thought that I was gonna die burning, and covered in burning crap.

SCHLOCK: Somebody crapped?  I don't get it.