Tank Soldier: Someone just blew up the Cho refinery.
Tank Commander: That's not our problem, soldier.
Tank Commander: We're under orders to stand ground here, and kill anyone who comes out of the chev dome.
Tank Soldier: Did you know that jun-cho brews all those tasty narcotics next-door to the cho refinery? The fire could destroy them if they're not, umm... Protected, eh?
Narrator: Ahhh, priorities.