Wednesday 28 April 2004

Ozvegan Ryk: Yo, Griz, you paged?

Ozvegan Griz: Yeah. We're ready to haul the deceased back to the lab.

Ozvegan Ryk: Whoa... That's some burn.

Ozvegan Griz: Plasma cannon. Though-and-though, plus two bulkheads.

Sign: -othing to see here, fo-

Ozvegan Griz: Our victim also lost one of his three arms to it. He might have put his arm up in defense.

Ozvegan Ryk: I, uh.. I had charburger nuggets for lunch, Griz.

Ozvegan Griz: If you need to take a call on the porcelain phone, take it outside.