NARRATOR: Aboard the unironically-named Prabstdi vessel Mothership...
TAGON: Admiral Fless, thank you for seeing us in person.
FPHLESSCE: It's pronounced "Fphlessce," Captain, and I'm greeting you myself to avoid the unpleasant repetition of "Let me talk to your superior" that would inevitably ensue had I sent a more appropriately-ranked lieutenant to this meeting.
GEN. TAGON: You're off to a great start, here.
TAGON: We'll be brief, Admiral. We're here at Ambassador Hioefua's request. We want access to the station interior.
If you can offer teraport authentication pairs, we will be out of your way immediately.
FPHLESSCE: You can teraport home. Station interior access? Denied.
TAGON: But the Oafa...
FPHLESSCE: The Oafa are our wards. They are like children, with little authority and no responsibility.
This facility is not theirs to grant you access to, and as I understand their finances, they have no currency with which to pay for your services.
TAGON: Thank you. We'll be off.
TAGON: Bristlecone! Get those soundings and find us a good place to punch in through the hull.
FPHLESSCE: This station is a priceless, ancient artifact! You cannot "punch in through the hull!"
TAGON: Check my resumé. I think you'll find that I can.