Saturday April 26, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Prologue: Drydock


Aardman: I snore. Thurl suggested friendly fire, since the Captain frowns on elective surgery.
Pibald: Okay. . . I'll make it look like we were repurposing some flash-bangs, one went off, and the end-cap tagged you in the nose. Easy to rig. No way to miss a target that size.
Pibald: This is really embarrassing.