Wednesday April 16, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Prologue: Drydock


Captain Tagon: By the way, mercenary work isn't government work. Our physical requirements are strict, with no exceptions. Thurl should have known that.
Captain Tagon: Your trunk is very nice but everybody needs at least two hands. Even our Frellenti Corporal with her prehensile tongue had to be able to pick things with her. . .
Captain Tagon: Umm. . .
Corporal Chisulo: Thumb war, sir?
Captain Tagon: Feet?