NARRATOR: Bristlecone...
TAGON: I want to conserve missiles. We'll use the port plascannons to...
Hang on...
ELF: Sir?
TAGON: New emergency. Find a deep cranny on the north side and nose us into it.
ELF: What's wrong?
TAGON: Our chef is going to explode and kill us all.
ELF: Hmph. I always figured he'd end us with delicious moles.