SUBJECT>Re: Like shooting fish in a barrel (with a howitzer) POSTER>Glenn EMAIL>gep99@sprintmail.com DATE>April 01, 1997 at 20:23:52 EMAILNOTICES>no PREVIOUS>1516 NEXT>1518 LINKNAME> LINKURL>

Clutching his injured belly, a wide eyed Glenn slowly raises himself up off the floor. "Matt, Nice shot. I really didn't think you'd do it." He drops his mop handle, and starts to turn away.
Then he sits down on a nearby chair and begins to shake uncontrolably. Matt and Bombardier step over to the chair, looking very concerned. "Glenn, you ok? says Matt." Glenn turns,
tries to speak, and erupts in gales of laughter. Finally regaining control of himself, Glenn addresses Bombardier. "Well,
you got us all, or at least many of us, and once again, the Earthcommies/Marsupials have shown their love and compassion. Just goes to show what a great bunch of folks stop by at the MessHall." Murphy casts a questioning look at Glenn, then heads for the kitchen, to prepare that big feast. Bombardiers name is already written on the check...

Glenn (mask knocked off in the battle)