Narrator:The Eld Earth term is "Mexican Standoff." Take two armed and hostile groups, and with no shots yet fired, have them point their weapons at each other.
Narrator:In theory, nobody will open fire, because in a Mexican Standoff there can be no winner.
Narrator:Remarkably, even after a thousand years of racial marriage, Captain Tagon has no Mexican ancestry whatsoever.
Tagon:Nice body armor.
KFDA Commando:Wishing you had some?
Kevyn:Tagon wanted backup. The only thing I can provide him with is you.
Der Trihs:And I'm quite the juggernaut in this jar. new plan, please.
Kevyn:Actually, my plan involved hooking you up to your new body.
Der Trihs:Oh. . . Oh, my.
Kevyn:I haven't finished the life-support system, though. Fortunately, I can rig the neural Waldos straight through your fluid containment unit.
Der Trihs:But that would mean I'd be. . .
Ennesby:That's right, you get to keep your bottle!
Narrator:Elapsed time, thirty seconds. Plug and Play.
Ennesby:You look great. Now life will be like an open door. But only just a little bit.
