Thursday 30 August 2001

Breya: Captain, I just had a thought about the zealot terrorists we've got on ice.

Tagon: Sell them to the highest bidder? My thoughts exactly.

Breya: No, put them to work for us.

Tagon: Zealots make poor mercenaries, Breya.

Breya: Not if we're all fighting for the same cause.

Tagon: Their approach is all wrong, though, I prefer taking the long, safe shot to marching into enemy territory with a bomb strapped to my chest.

Breya: But if they are wearing the bombs, our paychecks go further.

Tagon: I'm not sure whether to rejoice or mourn your ability to say that with a straight face.