The enemy attacks the perimeter...
Elf! Help me!
I gotcha covered, Hob!
SKRUTCH PZORCH SKRRIPK KARUNCH SPLUTCH
Monk! Tim! I need back- AAIIEEE!
Doc! Pop two kits! Hob is in three big pieces, and elf is about to die!
I wish we'd brought theo along with us.
Your boyfriend the rev? What good is he?
We're down to one cryokit, Corporal, Anybody else bites it, and it's time for last rites.
And here I thought you were looking for romance.