THURL: Commander Andreyasn, we need your command back here as soon as possible. I hope you're all done with Credomar.
THURL: Really? Literally?
THURL: No, of course not. I mean, who could have?
THURL: Okay, perfect. That should do it.
NARRATOR: Rewind: seven hundred hours earlier, berthed at the High Olympus Shipyards.
KEVYN: Okay, perfect. That should do it.
KEVYN: Thurl! Don't let anybody touch my teraport cage, okay?
THURL: It's going to be in the way, Commander. Somebody will have to move it, at least.
KEVYN: It's on a float-pallet. Here's the remote. You can move it without touching it.
THURL: You're creating an emergency exit for yourself. Clever.
KEVYN: And if you do move it, please put it inside the hull. I like breathing.