Friday 25 June 2004

Elf: These pet-slavers. . . They steal Kreely young before they get their make-me-smart microbe, and they raise them as breeders.

Elf: Then they sell clutch after clutch of Kreely young as pets or as delicacies.

Elf: The smart, civilized Kreelies want this to stop, and will pay for the return of the breeders and their young.

Elf: So it's moral high ground. We're the good guys, even though we're going to be totally tearing up on softy civilians.

Schlock: Are we still the good guys if I accidentally eat a couple of those baby Kreelies in the heat of battle?

Elf: Your special forces squad does not need a Lieutenant. It needs the Reverend.