Sunday December 10, 2000
Narrator:Locked, cocked, and ready to rock (only it has to be really mellow, elevator rock -- stupid restrictive contract...)
Tagon:Let's go, men. We've got 20,000 protesters to chase out of the streets.
Tagon:Look sharp, and don't back down. But you are not allowed to maim, kill, or wound anybody. These are unarmed civilians.
Nick:What if they attack us first?
Schlock:Can we maim them just a little bit?
Nick:Not even if we can find someone who IS armed?
Schlock:What about doing random property damage?
Schlock:Not even in the interest of looking scary and dangerous?
Tagon:Well... Maybe just a little property damage.
Brad:Cool! What about looting?
Tagon:Okay, but only at the 'Really Old Navy' store on the corner..
Breya:So. Twenty thousand protesters, and only twenty of us...
Tagon:And we can't use force.
Brad:I say we lure them away. Have Admiral Breya do a pole-dance waaay over there.
Breya:Put your helmet on so I can feel good about punching you in the face.
Brad:Help! Tagon! She's using force! She's using force!