Breya: So you ate our old skiff and are making us travel in something else? I trust it's spaceworthy.
Petey: Admiral, i've been building spaceworthy longboats for four centuries.
Breya: Wonderful. I'm going to feel awfully stylish in a five-hundred year old armored troop transport, Petey.
Petey: Allow me to reset your expectations.
Breya: Do I owe you an apology, Petey?
Petey: Just watching you try to eat your words is thanks enough.
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