Sunday 23 November 2003

Narrator: A bit earlier, outside the station preserve.

Kevyn: Sergeant Schlock, I have a mission for you. Ennesby hyper'd Tagon with the details, and it's right up your slimy, little alley.

Kevyn: Our armor squad and a platoon of U.N.S. marines are unarmed, and are now being pursued by natives.

Schlock: That's nothing I can't solve with a splash of fresh-squeezed plasma.

Kevyn: Except that you can't use advanced weapons.

Schlock: Oh. Goober rounds in the multi-cannon?

Kevyn: Still too advanced.

Schlock: You're joking, right?

Kevyn: No joke. Something out there is killing modern weapons and armor. But you... even buck-naked you'll easily take on a guy in powered armor.

Kevyn: Punching out a few natives while they stick spears in you should be child's play.

Schlock: I've played 'pincushion' before. There are games I like better.

Kevyn: We're wasting time discussing this. You're going to have to cover a lot of ground fast.

Schlock: Fine. Which way do I start running?

Kevyn: Ennesby squirted me these directions. But I'll need your multicannons and plasgun before you leave.

Kevyn: You do good puppy dog eyes for someone who's never owned a puppy.

Schlock: Raising 'em is too much work for the stringy meat you end up with.

Kevyn: Hand over the ammo, too, mister pet-store gourmet.