Ebbirnoth: Captain Tagon, sir. Northport Central is secure. Dock One is yours for the taking
Ebbirnoth: Sergeant Schlock gave an impromptu plasma-powered flight demonstration, and the irregulars ran off.
Captain Tagon: Nice work, Lieutenant. That's what Sergeants are for. How do those tabs feel?
Ebbirnoth: They float, sir. I can't feel them at all. I guess that means they feel fine.
Schlock: Sorry. Did I screw up our big entrance?
Ebbirnoth: Yes, but then you screwed it back down, so we're okay.