GEN. TAGON: Tailor, my son seems a little... zealous lately.
TAILOR: Zealous? You mean the way he ended your discussion with Ebby about the prisoner?
GEN. TAGON: And the knife fight. Those guys had no chance against him.
TAILOR: Neither did that squad whose helmets you stuck grenades to.
GEN. TAGON: That was different. Blame the monkey for that.
TAILOR: You start craving bananas and termites and I'm unplugging you.