NARRATOR: Jumpstar Prime, Garrison Pod McEnrowe, Brig Four...
ELF: Doctor, what's your team doing in here? Why did you light up this pod?
BUNNI: I'm sorry, Commander. We needed a brig for... for him.
ELF: Is that Vog?
BUNNI: Not-Vog.
He self identifies as an enemy combatant and wants to kill us all.
ELF: What a mess... We'll sort it out, but he can't stay here.
The Neoafans granted this pod to the United Nations of Sol. It is now part of Ambassador Bala-Amin's embassy, so we need to vacate.
Captain Landon is here to oversee the transfer.
LANDON: There's no hurry, ladies. If you need some time to make arrangements for this little guy, that's fine.
NOT-VOG: You are a Captain, outranking these others?
LANDON: Technically, perhaps? Different jurisdictions.
NOT-VOG: Then you have multiple, competing polities here?
LANDON: "Polities" is a weird word, but yeah.
It's okay. We're all pretty friendly.
NOT-VOG: Not so friendly that you all share a single jurisdictional authority, however.
The arrangement requires an embassy, yes?
LANDON: Well, yes.
NOT-VOG: Doctor Bunnigus, you violated my brain with this language, but I must thank you for giving me the exact words I now need.
NOT-VOG: Captain Landon,
I request asylum.
SCHLOCK: Why are you looking at me? Nobody said there were words he wasn't supposed to have.