Sunday February 19, 2006
Book 7: Emperor Pius Dei — Part V: Glamour Assault


HTRN Host 1: Whoa, ladies! Lookin' sharp!
Serge: Did you just buy that outfit?
Elf: Yeah. You like it?
HTRN Host 1: Oh yeah! Just not on you, baby. Who cuts your hair?
Elf: Wait, what?
Serge: Your hair! Who cuts it? The crew-mullet has gone out of style so many times in the last thousand years, it never really was IN style.
Serge: Honey, I can tell that you're trying to look good, but you obviously don't know what you're doing.
Doctor Bunnigus: Elf, let's get out of here. They're not worth the trouble.
Serge: And please tell me you're not taking fashion advice from your friend the street-walker. Anybody can see that body of hers was created by a very lonely genetic engineer.
Doctor Bunnigus: . . . Or, you know, we could just kill him here.
Elf: Bunni, stay out of this.
Elf: Lemme tell you something about my haircut, pal. Yes, I cut it myself.
Elf: It needs to be short, because I can't have it in my way during combat. You see, I'm a mercenary. A professional killer.
Elf: Today's your lucky day, though. I'm off the clock. I'm going to let you live because there's no money in killing you.
Serge: Whoa, easy with the threats there, girly! You're on camera right now! It's "Glamour Assault!"
Elf: Really? Television? Where's the camera?
HTRN Host 1: That's right, they all wanna make love to the lens in the end.
Serge: We've got three remotes, and one right here in my tie-tack.
Serge: Smile for the world, sweet-cheeks
Elf: That's all I needed to know, thank you.