Aboard the mercenary warship Touch-And-Go. . .
Captain, our favorite anchorman is on. Are you ready for a steaming pile of verbal abuse?
He's lucky I can't go back and un-save a life.
This is Frank Hannibal with CHN. Disaster was narrowly averted today when an illegal antimatter stockpile punched a hole in the stationwaist. Joining us at the scene is Credomar's hero, the man who saved us all. . .
Lota is not a man.
Of course you're not, verbal slip. . . What should we call you?
You should call me Lota, Longshoreman of the Apocalypse.
Hero of the Stationwaist, Foodlord of the Eatonrun. . .
. . . Portlord of the Poles, Grand Marshall, and King of the Second Age of the Free City State of Credomar!
You may use pronouns, but only occasionally.
I think Para's robot is broken.
I think that's somebody else's problem now.