Narrator: The old earth term is "Mexican Standoff." Take two armed and hostile groups, and with no shots yet fired, have them point their weapons at each other.
Narrator: In theory, nobody will open fire, because in a mexican standoff there can be no winner.
Narrator: Remarkably, even after a thousand years of racial marriage, Captain Tagon has no mexican ancestry whatsoever.
Tagon: Nice body armor.
KFDA commando: Wishing you had some?
Kevyn: Tagon wanted backup. The only thing I can provide him with is you.
Der Trihs: And I'm quite the juggernaut in this jar. new plan, please.
Kevyn: Actually, my plan involved hooking you up to your new body.
Der Trihs: Oh... Oh, my.
Kevyn: I haven't finished the life-support system, though. Fortunately, I can rig the neural waldos straight through your fluid containment unit.
Der Trihs: But that would mean I'd be...
Ennesby: That's right, you get to keep your bottle!
Narrator: Elapsed time, thirty seconds. Plug and Play.
Ennesby: You look great. Now life will be like an open door. But only just a little bit.
Ennesby: You know... ajar.
Der Trihs: Do you mind if I break him?