Sunday 7 December 2008

Narrator: Aboard troop transport Onesy, departing Southport for the greater Credomaran interior. . .

Legs: Sarge, this beacon is squawking at me.

Schlock: If it's bothering you just paint it and pop it.

Elf: Belay that, Corporal.

Elf: The station interior is one big no-fly zone. Beacons are going to squawk at us all the way to the stationwaist.

Schlock: Sounds like a target-rich environment.

Elf: Yes, but I want to practice "no collateral damage" all the way to the target.

Schlock: That doesn't have to mean no shooting. We could just make sure we're aiming really well.