Saturday November 29, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part IV: Fuller's Soap


Ennesby: Commander, we've tracked the antimatter back to the stationwaist.
Kevyn: Good work. Can we take it out?
Ennesby: Oh, sure. We'll just vaporize the site with one of the surveillance drones.
Kevyn: Wait, won't that. . .
Ennesby: . . . set off the antimatter? It sure will.
Ennesby: This operation requires finesse, sir. Overkill means the entire station becomes collateral damage.
Kevyn: We need to send in our best. . .
Narrator: Meanwhile, their very best. . .
Schlock: Yes, it still hurts. Next time, no negotiating. I'm just opening up and hosing the room.