NARRATOR: Bristlecone cargo deck, one coin-press later...
MURTAUGH: There! Now I am a coin-carrying member of this company.
KEVYN: The reloader can print money. Who knew?
MURTAUGH: This way when coins get slapped on the bar, I'm not the one buying the round of drinks.
TAGON: Wait... grunts without one of these have to buy drinks?
MURTAUGH: Grunts and officers.
TAGON: That's ridiculous. I'm not going to buy you a drink just because I don't have the same metal disc you do.
MURTAUGH: A metal disc with your silhouette on it, sir. How can you not honor that?
TAGON: Kevyn, have I ever punched your clone in the nose for this logo?