NARRATOR: Pugna Culubris...
TANDERSIL: Hand-delivered message from Comms, sir. There are boarders inbound. They suggest we repel with prejudice.
S.A. Sergeant: Hand delivered? Can you verify it?
TANDERSIL: No, but the defenses are firing at something. We're obviously under attack.
SCHLOCK: It's a lie. If you were under attack I would have killed you already.
SCHLOCK: And since you haven't shot me yet, we should be friends.
S.A. Sergeant: Who are you, and where did you get that definition of friendship?