Thursday 2 June 2005

Major Charper: Drop One to Pranger! Enemy tanks are down, repeat, enemy tanks are down.

Major Charper: You have wounded on the tarmac. I'll try to keep the house guns busy.

Steakly: Steakly here, sir. Our paycheck got. . . um. . . shot by a tank.

Captain Tagon: Kevyn, you idiot.

Colonel Pranger: Cover us. We're coming outside.

Captain Tagon: His head is fine, and that means his brain is okay. We can save him.

Colonel Pranger: If that's the brain he was using when he threw his epaulet at a tank, I'm not so sure it's okay.