Sunday May 4, 2008
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part I: Wet Feet
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Narrator: Bay II, drydock aboard the U.N.S. Battleplate Morokweng.
Captain Tagon: Copy that, Traffic Control. Do we need a lane assignment? We're looking forward to seeing the sights during our grand exit.
Captain Tagon: Ejec. . .

Oh.
Captain Tagon: I guess this way we can't let the door hit us on our way out.