LEGS: Don't feel bad, Doc. This was supposed to be a field trip, not a foxtrot behind enemy lines.
We've been assaulted and pursued, our ride bugged out in a panic, and the friend we came to see has been abducted, but all that probably would have happened no matter who was in command.
LEGS: Look on the bright side. None of us are dead, and Ma Shephard makes really good cookies.
Sign: PAU
BUNNI: When life gives you lemons, make puckerdoodles?
LEGS: If the food is good enough the grunts will stop complaining about the incoming fire.