TAILOR: Comms are still jammed, sir.
SCHLOCK: At least the crawlers have stopped.
TAGON: We did just take away their prize.
DAGGERMOTHER: Or they already claimed the prize, and we no longer matter.
TAGON: I was going to compliment you on your knife work, but now I'm too depressed to say nice things.
DAGGERMOTHER: Then I suppose I must soldier on without your validation.