Thursday August 7, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part II: Enter the Longshoreman
Note: Those who have worked fast-food, and who have lamented the unflattering uniforms which they've been required to wear have no place to complain until they've worn a uniform that includes a wig, a mustache and buck-teeth.


Ebbirnoth: Why don't we head into town and grab a bite to eat?
Schlock: I thought they were out of food? Isn't that why we're delivering relief supplies?
Ebbirnoth: They can't be completely out of food. They say that civilization is never more than three missed meals away from collapse.
Ebbirnoth: Things here still seem to be fairly civilized, therefore there is still food to be eaten.
Panda Waitron: Welcome to Panda Gonzales, home of authentic Hong-Kong-Tex-Mex. Can I take your order?
Schlock: Are we loosely defining 'civilized,' or 'food,' or both?