Sunday May 4, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part I: Wet Feet


Narrator: Bay II, drydock aboard the U.N.S. Battleplate Morokweng.
Captain Tagon: Copy that, Traffic Control. Do we need a lane assignment? We're looking forward to seeing the sights during our grand exit.
Captain Tagon: Ejec. . .


Captain Tagon: I guess this way we can't let the door hit us on our way out.