Drop One to Pranger! Enemy tanks are down, repeat, enemy tanks are down.
You have wounded on the tarmac. I'll try to keep the house guns busy.
Steakly here, sir. Our paycheck got. . . um. . . shot by a tank.
Kevyn, you idiot.
Cover us. We're coming outside.
His head is fine, and that means his brain is okay. We can save him.
If that's the brain he was using when he threw his epaulet at a tank, I'm not so sure it's okay.