Thursday March 27, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Prologue: Drydock


Para Ventura: Hey, am I too late to sign up?
Thurl: This isn't the line for "Squeakiho Idaho" concert tickets, we're a mercenary company.
Para Ventura: I got that. The line full of big, thick-necked goons was a dead giveaway. I want in.
Thurl: does your mother know you're here?
Para Ventura: Do your great-grandchildren know you're here?