Chelle:(thinking) One minute it's a milk run, the next minute I'm out of my tank bagging body parts with the corpsman.Okay, looking for heads to bag. Big pieces attached to heads.
Chelle:(thinking) Good thing most of these guys were armored. It's not as bad as it could have been, I guess.
Chelle:(thinking) Uh-oh. Spoke too soon. That looks like a stray head right there.
Chelle:I think I found Lt. Commander Der Trihs! His head is still in one piece, too!
Chelle:That is sooo gross.
Corpsman:Just bag it, sister! There'll be time to stare later!
