Thursday August 19, 2004
Ob'enn Scientist:Your brother has been no help at all. We'll be executing you, your crew, and your Marines shortly, and grinding your brother into paste for good measure.
Breya:I guess you had to choose between us and the galaxy?
Kevyn:No, mostly I think I wasn't polite enou-
Breya:What was that?
Kevyn:Judging by the panicked looks, I'm betting it's not my meat-grinder.