NARRATOR: The mean streets of Haven Hive...
BUNNI: Ennesby! How are we doing?
TAILOR: Drop that knife, and I'll let you put both hands on top of your head.
ENNESBY: We won. Four bad guys down, plus the one Tailor's got in a scissors-hold.
Three more are running away, but I disarmed them.
BUNNI: Regroup! Haul the wounded into the open!
SCHLOCK: Sorry about the push. You okay?
PARA: I... I fell down. I just couldn't fight.
SCHLOCK: No problem. You're not supposed to.
PARA: I froze. Why did I freeze?
BUNNI: Sergeant, where are the other two?
SCHLOCK: Why are you asking me?
BUNNI: Because you look bigger.