NARRATOR: Hullcutting...
SHODAN: How long on that hole, Lieutenant?
PI: Measure twice.
Cut once.
SHODAN: That statement had no units of time in it.
PI: This is a "friendly" entry. I'm assuming you want me to not kill anybody standing on the other side of this patch of hull?
SHODAN: Yes, but I'd rather none of us die of old age while we wait.
PI: The doorbell told me I need to punch through thirty-one centimeters of hullmetal sandwich...
PI: This ribbon of poly-doped boomex has to cut carbonan, burn piezogel, shatter ceramics, denature glass-phase titanalloys, and electrocute nanny-foam, and it needs to do all that without throwing shrapnel, incandescent gas, or hard rads at the nice people living inside.
If you want units of time, have a look at my math.
SHODAN: How.
Long.
PI: Stand.
Back.
SHODAN: *shouting* Fire in the hole!
PI: On zero!
Three... Two... One...
SFX: FOOOMP
PI: Oh, that was clean.
Let's have a...
... look... at...
my math...