NARRATOR: Aboard the refitted, reassembled mercenary warship Touch-And-Go...
KEVYN: Is that exposed high-voltage conduit draped across the floor?
KEVYN: Chrome on a crutch! Thurl! What is this mess?
THURL: Sorry, Commander. Long story short... she's not combat-ready, but she will stay in one piece now.
KEVYN: I guess that's a start. What's the hurry? Why the panic call?
THURL: Your clone has gone missing.
KEVYN: Okay, what do we know?
THURL: Whoever took him wasn't subtle.
KEVYN: Broken furniture?
THURL: Craters.