Wednesday October 3, 2007
Book 9: The Body Politic — Part III: Schlocktober Fest 2007


Reverend Theo: So. . . Rhyming cheerleader chants?
Doctor Bunnigus: It wasn't indigestion. That dream means something.
Reverend Theo: You've been totally focused on containing that corpse. You've imagined a dozen scenarios, and taken every possible precaution.
Reverend Theo: Your subconscious is now acting out an impossible one.
Doctor Bunnigus: I thought you were a believer? Are you saying a haunting is impossible?
Reverend Theo: No, I'm saying that not even ten legions of ghosts are getting past me if I'm armed with the power of Greyskull and a chicken-boned.