DoytHaban: Our orders are to get out of the system. Hopefully, The captain will meet up with us after his current engagement.
DoytHaban: We're going to 'port 20,000 light-years down the galactic arm and pick Kevyn up. I'm not going to say anything like "this will be a milk-run" or "we don't expect any trouble on this trip."
Der Trihs: But we don't expect any trouble, on this trip, right?
Schlock: AAAAUGH! Take it back! You're going to doom us all!