Narrator: Aboard the mercenary warship Touch-And-Go. . .
Corporal Chisulo: Look, all I'm saying is a Doctor shouldn't be ignorant. She's nice, but she should have known.
Aardman: And I'm saying maybe she's not ignorant. She's a mercenary, you know. To a soldier, her suggestion makes perfect sense.
Corporal Chisulo: I am no mere soldier, I am a warrior with generations of honor to uphold.
Aardman: I thought you were a tube-calf. No parents, and all that.
Corporal Chisulo: My point precisely. Honor and tradition are my parents.

No elephant of lineage would allow his tusks to be "improved" with diamond laminate, and neither will I.

I could barely consent to havint my sacred ivory re-grown. The Doctor should never have suggested making changes during that process.
Aardman: What if she'd suggested maybe giving you another set of hands? No elephant of lineage has those.

Corporal Chisulo: My hands are completely different. I am a Neophant, and this is my new heritage.
Aardman: You're not a Neophant. You're a Hippo-crite-a-potamus
Corporal Chisulo: You have no idea how close you just came to needing cosmetic surgery.
Aardman: So it almost worked, then. Good to know.