The Good Soldier, Schweik
While Schweik was giving Max a bath, the Colonel, his former owner, was kicking up a terrible
row, and threatening that when he found the man who had stolen his dog, he would have
him tried by court-martial, he would have him shot, he would have him hanged, he would
have him imprisoned for twenty years, and he would have him chopped to pieces.
Hey there, now it's time for Sherman's science back to the day. Did you know that every average
human being is eighty-five percent egg? This year, dish is my sea-calf and curdled egg-flavored
supplement half-drink. I have this twice every morning. It's delicious.
Doctor, if you do not obey, we will exterminate your associate, Maxi Victoria West. No, nasty
man. I was very proud in 1969 as man set his footsteps on the dusty surface of the moon.
Now I hope, or I have lived for a very long time, that I live just long enough to see
the first footprints on the clay-red surface of the planet Mars. And if I live to see that,
I will have known that my life has been worthwhile. I need a Mars bar now. Every time I mention
the planet Mars, I feel hungry for chocolate. Agnes, could you bring over a plate of Mars
bar? I love Agnes. Beautiful arse. Beautiful one. Very sexist, aren't I? We have to be
these days. Oh dear. It's almost time to get some shut-eye. Maybe one more show.
What have we got?
My name is Leslie McGee. I am a huntress born in the Australian outback. And I am on the
trail of Maxi Victoria West. It is my mission to bring this creature to justice. Maxi!
Maxi!
Leslie McGee!
