Thursday May 1, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part I: Wet Feet


Thurl: Captain, I've found work.
Captain Tagon: Let's hear it.
Thurl: It's a relief mission. We accompany supplies to the Credomar Habitat and oversee their distribution.
Thurl: There's been some rioting, but nobody has anything sharper than sticks and bottles. It'll be a perfect, low-risk shakedown tour.
Thurl: I've run a cost-benefit analysis, and it remains profitable even in extreme contingencies.
Captain Tagon: Did you just weasel-word your way around saying "What's the worst thing that could happen?"
Thurl: Hey, you just now invoked Murphy, not me. Those weasel-words are there for our protection.