Sunday January 4, 2009
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part V: The Longshoreman's Apocalypse


Narrator: Aboard the Touch-And-Go. . .
Schlock: There was a mob, and the mob had a bomb. We tried to stop them, but we were too late.
Schlock: The building is on fire now. We do not, repeat do NOT have it under control. Doesn't this place have firemen? Haven't seen any.
Schlock: Elf went to get water, or find a fireplug. The rest of us are trying to cut a firebreak but it isn't wor=
Ennesby: Sergeant?
Ennesby: Schlock? Come in!
Ennesby: No Earth-shattering kaboom. I'll take that as a good sign.
Narrator: Meanwhile, at the stationwaist. . .
Nick: Sarge! Somebody's shootin' at us!
Schlock: I know! They just sniped my comm!
Schlock: Ah-HAH! You again!
Schlock: Shooting around corners would be a lot more fun if I expected to live long enough to turn the story into free beer.