NARRATOR: Aboard the stolen Sanctum Adroit gunship Bristlecone...
ENNESBY: Lieutenant Ventura, I don't think leaving those tarbots behind was a good idea.
PARA: They'll be fine.
ENNESBY: Fine? Major Murtaugh is going to take them all back and wipe them!
ENNESBY: That's S.O.P. for hacked, mil-spec 'bots. You don't put them back into service without a complete brain transplant, and you certainly don't leave them running around free with civilians.
PARA: I'm not an idiot, Ennesby. I called in a favor from a friend.
The tarbots are now licensed, bonded, free citizens, H/V one-point-one.
ENNESBY: That is some friend. I just hope Murtaugh gets the message in time.
PARA: I left her a nice note.
ENNESBY: With hearts and flowers in the margins?
PARA: Umm... yeah.
NARRATOR: Meanwhile, back in Haven Hive's Beggar Bay...
MURTAUGH: Sanctum maiori excrementum...
TARFEATHER: Indeed. Mistress Ventura arranged generous compensation.
MURTAUGH: This doesn't begin to compensate, Tarfeather, but you and the rest of the liberated tarbots are now bought and paid for.
TARFEATHER: As a group we now refer to ourselves as "Tarnation."
MURTAUGH: Of course you do. That's... damned appropriate, even.