Tuesday March 11, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Prologue: Drydock


Schlock: I'm not sick. I'm digesting. I need to neutralize this solvent so it'll stop trying to eat a hole in me.
Legs: Eat or be eaten, eh?
Schlock: Yeah, I guess you could look at it that BURRRP!
Legs: Frankly, my dear, it's full of stars. . .
Schlock: MEDIC!
Legs: I see dead people!
Schlock: HAZMAT!