“Exactly,” said Occam, “Hey, Pachelbel, don’t you have an artillery piece we could use?”
“Yeah, I do,” he said, rolling it out, “I think this will soothe the enemy.”
“Jesus,” said Occam, “It’s a little rusty…does anybody have some cleanser like Ajax or something – hey, Halley, don’t you have something?”
“Yeah, I do,” said Halley. “But there’s some caked-on gunk in the barrel. We could use something sharp to scrape it with – Occam do you have anything?”
Then the earth groaned and swallowed them up.