Captain Tagon: Hey, Legs. What would you say to a mission where we recapture Xinchub and freeze him for flesh-slavers?
Legs: He's too fat for a cryokit. I say we rip off his head and freeze that.
Captain Tagon: Hmmm. . . That could work.
Legs: But first, we scoop out the brains and fill his head with Rhompa-dung.
Captain Tagon: That's a little less worky.
Legs: . . . And then freeze the head on a sharp stick.