Tuesday August 10, 2004
Book 5: The Scrapyard of Insufferable Arrogance
Part IV: Hand it Over

Transcript

Staff of Unyielding:Attention, UNS vessel! Cease firing, lower your shields, and submit to boarding!
Breya:Make me, furball.
Staff of Unyielding:I am the Staff of Unyielding Order, and I was built for the express purpose of 'making you.'
Breya:Fine. Let's see what you've got. But you're going to have to choose between me and that Frigate.
Staff of Unyielding:You are in no position to dictate terms.
Kevyn:We can discuss positions over dinner, Cuddles. Now make up your shiny, metal mind.
Kevyn:Do you talk to Mom with that mouth?