NARRATOR: The newly-promoted Mercenary Captain Andreyasn gets a mandated makeover.
BUNNIGUS: You look good in it, Kevyn.
BUNNIGUS: Granted, orange is a harsh color on you, as it brings out the glare off your noble dome, but that's just my fashion training kicking in.
KEVYN: Now there's a discipline I would have been pleased to continue in ignorance of.
BUNNIGUS: We need to do something about the glasses, though.
KEVYN: They stay. I can't see a thing without them.
BUNNIGUS: Petey paid us with some pretty good gear. I can bring your natural eyesight right up to spec.
KEVYN: I misspoke. There's nothing wrong with my natural eyesight.
KEVYN: I should have said, "I can't see a thing outside the visible spectrum without them."
BUNNIGUS: You also can't hide behind them anymore. The company needs to know you're there more than you need to be able to see in infrared.
KEVYN: What about ultraviolet, microwave, and X-ray?
BUNNIGUS: You get all that from those?
BUNNIGUS: Wait... you have X-ray vision?
KEVYN: I can see that your skin temperature just went up in patterns typical of both embarrassment and anger, but I used infrared for that.
BUNNIGUS: One word about "great bone structure" and you'll need surgery.