Monday June 2, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part I: Wet Feet


Aardman: Fresh pallet for you, Corporal.
Corporal Chisulo: Thanks. You wanna have a go?
Aardman: At what? Catching three-hundred-kilo food crates? You're kidding, right?
Corporal Chisulo: Oh, come on, Private. Be a sport. They only weigh about thirty pounds up here.
Aardman: And I weigh about ten pounds, so the crates still win.
Corporal Chisulo: It's no fun when you've already done the math.