NARRATOR: Deep in the Phican Stronghold, our heroes steel themselves for a hasty exit.
TAGON: Full suit power, Elf. There's no point being sneaky anymore.
TEM PHICA: *shouting* GUARDS! GUARDS! I'M BEING KIDNAPPED!!
TAGON: Put a cork in it, Sparky. I don't want to have to slow down long enough to cut out your tongue.
BANGER GRUNT: *shouting* This is for Colonel Pranger, scum!
ELF: AAAUGH! Plasma fire!
SCHLOCK: Wheee!
TAGON: Can you move, Elf?
ELF: Yeah, I think so.
TEM PHICA: You've lost already! Look at her! You-
ELF: Sir, I think there's something wrong with my legs.
TAGON: You have beautiful legs, Elf.
And I'm sure they'll look even better when we grow you a new pair.