Wednesday 3 January 2001

Massey: Soldier, I need to speak to your commanding officer, ASAP.

Nick: Sure, Mister Reynstein. Right this way.

Tagon:

Nick: Captain Tagon, this is Mister Reynstein, the pubic defender.

Massey: That's "public." With an "L."

Tagon: Pubic, public... Whatever. It doesn't matter. I still don't like you.

Massey: But you just met me!

Tagon: I figure this will save me some time later.

Massey: Oh, so it's going to be bad lawyer jokes is it? I ought to just let the Collective have you for breakfast.