Friday 2 March 2001

Narrator: The bounty hunter and his smart-armor prep for some serious action...

DoytHaban: Haban, give me a situation report.

DoytHaban: Everyone in the room is carrying small, concealed arms, except the blob in the corner, sir.

DoytHaban: He appears to have eaten a hand-held plasma cannon. It's a nice one, too.

DoytHaban: Okay, haban. Disable their weapons, and get ready for trouble.

DoytHaban: I'm way ahead of you. It's already done. But if I may offer sir some tactical advice...

DoytHaban: You may not. We're going to grab the doctor, and blast our way out. On three... Ready?

DoytHaban: Perhaps sir would like some help counting?

DoytHaban: You're being cheeky again. I can tell.

Tagon:

Bunni:

Nick: