NARRATOR: Mall-One, the General's story continues...
GEN. TAGON: Packing a human being with a killer swarm of weaponized nannies is cruel, whether or not your mule knows what they're getting into.
Kaff's girlfriend shuddered, like she was having a seizure.
Her eyes rolled all the way back, her mouth locked wide open, and she whimpered once.
The first thing I did was deploy my helmet.
The first thing my Mirali did was rush to the girl's side.
GEN. TAGON: Gods and monsters, kiddo. I don't think I can do this.
KATHRYN: When was the last time you told this story?
GEN. TAGON: The first and the last time was when I was debriefed.
KATHRYN: So it's been a while.
GEN. TAGON: You didn't say "old" but I think you still owe me a beer for that remark.
KATHRYN: Beer is for picnics and pissing matches. I brought bourbon.
GEN. TAGON: Did you bring any for you?