Narrator: Half a squadron of tausennigan-style tanks descend on downtown tycho...
Narrator: Air-traffic control is not amused.
Luna ATC: Attention! Your flight plan is not authorized! Change heading to two-six-niner immediately!
DoytHaban: I'm sorry. That course will not take us to where we want to go.
Luna ATC: I have a full squadron scrambling to splash you in eight different directions, unless you change course immediately.
Luna ATC: What's it going to be? Heading two-six-niner, or a scattered, ballistic tumble? Where do you want to go today?
Narrator: That slogan will always be creepy.
Footnote: Note: Most Ellies (elephas maximus sapiens, the race of sentient Indian elephants) eschew clothing in favor of tatoos, body paints, and earrings. This particular Ellie is a bit odd, however, as evidenced not only by the fact that he chooses to wear clothes, but also by his choice of employment as an air-traffic controller.