Wednesday February 25, 2009
Book 10: The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse — Epilogue

Transcript

Legs: Hey, 'Chelle.
'Chelle: Legs! How are you feeling?
Legs: Grateful. I heard that you jumped out of a building in shorted-out armor, shattered a knee and an ankle, and then walked ten blocks to get the Frellenti medkit to me.
'Chelle: You would have been fine. We all got 'ported into the medbay about a minute after I showed up.
Legs: Do you accept my gratitude, or do you want a traditional Frellenti prehensile tongue-hugging instead?
'Chelle: Ummm. . . You're welcome. Please don't lick me.