Sunday December 24, 2000
Narrator:Things have gotten just a little bit out of hand...
Breya:Tagon, one of your men is fighting with an elephant.
Tagon:Looks like Corporal Nicholson. How's he doing?
Breya:I don't care how he's doing. I want you to break it up!
Tagon:Oh. I kind of wanted to see who wins.
Breya:Fine. I'll just take care of this myself.
Luna Terrorist:That's enough! Nobody Move!
Luna Terrorist:I've got this nifty plasgun, now, and I'm not afraid to use it on you, hot cheeks.
Breya:Hot cheeks, my butt.
Schlock:I think those were the very cheeks to which he was, umm... referring.
Breya:You wanna be next, corporal?