Sunday 18 March 2007

Narrator: Stranded, naked, and wet. Also, alive and free.

Kevyn: Let's get ourselves hidden. Underwater will work best. We'll be masked visually and on infrared.

Elf: And how do you suggest we breathe?

Kevyn: There's a reed-bed over on that shore.

Elf: How do you know the reeds are hollow?

Kevyn: Reeds are always hollow.

Pronto: Commander, if they're using infrared, these reeds will look like chimneys.

Kevyn: Warm carbon dioxide. . . The "smoke" of our metabolisms.

Kevyn: Sergeant Schlock will cover us with his body. . . We inhale through the straws, and exhale under a camo-blanket of carbosilicate amorph.

Schlock: So you guy are going to lie down and blow smoke up my

Kevyn: As I understand it, you don't have one of those.