Narrator: Battle-planning in progress...
Elf: Our target is this central chamber on your displays, Brad and tchukk, spread your tanks out and blow through the walls on all sides. Mini-tanks and groundpounders follow close, but don't bunch up, if that gravy-gun catches us in a group, we're dead. Engage with prejudice. If it's holding a weapon and it's not Kevyn, turn it into a glowing hole.
Schlock: My glowing-hole-maker got blown up. What am I supposed to turn targets into?
Elf: Lunch, perhaps? I've seen you eat.
Schlock: Aww, you're just sweet on me, Elf.
Brad:
Tchukk:
Ennesby:
Shv'uu:
Chelle: