Transcript of Pages 72
Erb, “It's good to see you with that hammer in your hand hardshell.”
Carl, “The name’s Karl now.”
Erb, “I don't know a Carl. We don't need a Karl. We need ‘Hardshell Chitin Splitter, the Hammer Crown of the Republic.’”
Carl, “a title too long from a time long past. Can I buy you a beer Erb? Are you still going by Erb?”
Erb, “I was Erb before the war. Private Erb First Class Demolitions Specialist during the war. My job was to burn so I burned. I guess if you do your job too well the normies call you crazy. How about you? They call you crazy?”
Carl, “No. They just call me Carl. I swore off lifting this hammer in violence, and I've kept that vow.”
Erb, “That broken bell and King Mudd business seem pretty violent.”