Wednesday January 3, 2001
Massey:Soldier, I need to speak to your commanding officer, ASAP.
Nick:Sure, Mister Reynstein. Right this way.
Nick:Captain Tagon, this is Mister Reynstein, the pubic defender.
Massey:That's "public." With an "L."
Tagon:Pubic, public... Whatever. It doesn't matter. I still don't like you.
Massey:But you just met me!
Tagon:I figure this will save me some time later.
Massey:Oh, so it's going to be bad lawyer jokes is it? I ought to just let the Collective have you for breakfast.