Sunday January 18, 2009
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Part V: The Longshoreman's Apocalypse
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Narrator: Meanwhile, in Southport. . .
Kevyn: Forget the mob! Everybody fall back to the Eatonrun! We can use her to plug the Dock Three hole!
SFX: BLAM
Kevyn: Ow!
Kevyn: Oh. . . Ow. Armor piercing?
Kevyn: One of you. . . *gasp*. . . morons dropped your weapon!
Kevyn: . . . and now the mob can hurt us. . .
Para Ventura: Commander, the Eatonrun is gone!
Kevyn: Loo. . . Loo! *gasp*. . .tenant!! put Pi. . . in. . . charge. . .
Para Ventura:
Narrator:Aboard the M.R. Eatonrun. . .
Skipper:Breach my britches! Did you do that?
Lota:Lota did do that. It was not large enough.
Lota:Now fly the plotted course, or Lota shall actualize the metaphorical breach in your britches.