Narrator: T-Minus six minutes, and counting...
Tagon: Breya, get yourself and all personnel downside asap.
Breya: First, explain why you are issuing orders to me, tagon.
Tagon: I can't, admiral. As an over-promoted thug, I lack the ability to convincingly explain myself in times of crisis.
Tagon: Two words: "bomb on board."
Breya: Wow. Assonance and alliteration. I'll excuse your inability to count past two.