Wednesday July 2, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part II: Enter the Longshoreman


Frank Hannibal: To the quick, then. Are you in charge of the distribution of the goods being unloaded here?
Ebbirnoth: No, you'll be wanting Commander Foxworthy for that. She's on a delivery run right now.
Frank Hannibal: Would your Commander Foxworthy be the same flaxen-haired termagant inciting panic in the streets of peaceful Charynia?
Ebbirnoth: Oh I hope so. I'll be really disappointed if that turns out to have been somebody else's flaxen-haired termagant.