Aboard the U.N.S. Battleplate Tunguska, in weapons-control B-182, manual fire station 16
I've been staring at this puny mercenary ship all day.
I wanna hear 'engage at will.' I want to crank the gravy all the way up, an' ladle these guys straight into our annie-plant as a speck of neutronium.
This is General Xinchub. Go active on that tractor. DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT allow the target to leave.
Did he say 'leave' or 'live?' He broke up on me there at the end.
You need to quit doing your own taxes, Corporal.