Monday May 19, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part I: Wet Feet


Captain Tagon: TAG, make a circuit around the habitat, active scanning, all bands, and don't spare the juice.

Ennesby, call Mister Eatonrun, and let him know we're delaying delivery until we've found a suitable dock.

TAG: What exactly are we looking for?
Captain Tagon: A suitable dock. . . or a place where we can make one.
TAG: When we do that part, please can you tell me "don't spare the juice?"