Narrator: Things have gotten just a little bit out of hand...
Breya: Tagon, one of your men is fighting with an elephant.
Tagon: Looks like Corporal Nicholson. How's he doing?
Breya: I don't care how he's doing. I want you to break it up!
Tagon: Oh. I kind of wanted to see who wins.
Breya: Fine. I'll just take care of this myself.
SFX: MORPH
Breya: Hey, Dumbo!
SFX: THRUMMM
SFX: STUNNNN
Luna Terrorist: That's enough! Nobody Move!
Luna Terrorist: I've got this nifty plasgun, now, and I'm not afraid to use it on you, hot cheeks.
SFX: THRUMMMSTUNNNN
Luna Terrorist: UNNNnnnnnhhh
SFX: THUD
Breya: Hot cheeks, my butt.
Schlock: I think those were the very cheeks to which he was, umm... referring.
Breya: You wanna be next, corporal?