Friday July 16, 2004
Elf:Captain, you know how the scans showed just Kreelies down here, and we figured the slave-traders were all inside the compound?
Elf:Well... The slave traders are kKeelies. We're got no clue how many hostiles we might be up against.
Kreely Sentry:There's twenty five of us. Pro'lly ten of 'em are sittin' inside.
Elf:Oh, come on. Pronto hasn't even taped you to anything yet.
Kreely Sentry:I don't like the way he's smiling. Twenty-five, I tell you!