Narrator:Aboard the mercenary warship Touch-And-Go. . .
Ennesby:Captain, our favorite anchorman is on. Are you ready for a steaming pile of verbal abuse?
Captain Tagon:He's lucky I can't go back and un-save a life.
Frank Hannibal:This is Frank Hannibal with CHN. Disaster was narrowly averted today when an illegal antimatter stockpile punched a hole in the stationwaist. Joining us at the scene is Credomar's hero, the man who saved us all. . .
Lota:Lota is not a man.
Frank Hannibal:Of course you're not, verbal slip. . . What should we call you?
Lota:You should call me Lota, Longshoreman of the Apocalypse.
Lota:Hero of the Stationwaist, Foodlord of the Eatonrun. . .
Lota:. . . Portlord of the Poles, Grand Marshall, and King of the Second Age of the Free City State of Credomar!
Lota:You may use pronouns, but only occasionally.
Ennesby:I think Para's robot is broken.
Captain Tagon:I think that's somebody else's problem now.
