Tagon: Someone has locked down our ship, and shot one of our men. As of right now the kid gloves come off.
Breya: What kid gloves? Not an hour ago you and your men totally killed a man in a thousand-round projectile buffet.
Tagon: Yeah ,we did, didn't we?
Kevyn: The poor coroner had to resort to evidence bags!
Brad: That was so much fun.
Breya: Boy, that guy must feel awfully lucky you still had those kid gloves on.