NARRATOR: Three hundred meters below the surface...
TAGON: Some of Petey's taps still work, but based on the ones that don't, I think all shafts to the surface are blocked.
PRANGER: I don't know what's going on with the Integrity. I can't reach them.
TAGON: We don't want to wait for them to try to dig us out. After that explosion, the surface will be crawling with planetary militia.
PRANGER: What do you suggest, captain?
TAGON: My teraport cage may work. There's a small garrison of Phican soldiers between here and there, though.
TAGON: They're not equppied half as well as we are, but they outnumber us three to one.
PRANGER: Do you suppose they've been softened up by that nuke upstairs?
TAGON: Like butter in the microwave, colonel.
PRANGER: Well...if they're going to play the part of softened butter, that leaves us playing the part of "hot knife."
SCHLOCK: Knife, butter...all that's missing is the toast.
TAGON: Let's go make some, sergeant.
NARRATOR: Note: the knife-through-butter metaphor is inaccurate in this case.
NARRATOR: Typically when one cuts butter with a knife, the butter does not end up spattered on the walls.
NARRATOR: A more accurate visual metaphor has been supplied below.