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Stone fists the size of a Virginia ham smashed through the wrecked War Hulk's cockpit. The wetsuited pilot could only struggle feebly as those mighty
hands dragged him out of the insulator gel and into the stinking hot summer air of Crey's Folly.

"I have a message for Eisenstadt," the statue told him in a thunderous tone. "Tell him that he must soon face the justice that he has delayed
for too long, and that I will give him only this choice: to receive it from the authorities of this world... or of the next."


...Yeah, Lincoln's finally on the trail of Nemesis. Shouldn't've sold cavalrybots to the Confederacy, old man. [Image: smile.gif]


"And so he says, 'I don't like the cut of your jib.' And I go I says, IT'S THE ONLY JIB I GOT, BABY!"
Stone remembers. Oh, yes, it does.
-- Bob
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.