NARRATOR: Elsewhere in the Phica fortress, a scene we've seen before.
ELF: This 'Phica' guy is paranoid even at home. He's surrounded by guards.
TAGON: All of whom have little training, light shell-armor, and propellant weapons.
ELF: Okay, so he's surrounded by a moving layer of ablative meat.
SCHLOCK: Cut it out. You're makin' me hungry.
CHAMBERLAIN: Tem Phica is on his way.
NARRATOR: Hopefully History will stop repeating itself before Charlie dances the Foxtrot.
PRANGER: Relax, Commander. I know exactly what the worst thing is that could happen.
KEVYN: Since you're the one doing the happening in that scenario, I'm having a hard time relaxing.