Sunday 4 January 2009

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=

SFX: KSHHHHTT

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!

SFX: KKRAAK

Schlock: Shooting around corners would be a lot more fun if I expected to live long enough to turn the story into free beer.