Narrator: In the midst of a hostage crisis, the stated target surrenders himself
DoytHaban: I'm here, take me.
Tagon: Doyt, what are you doing?
DoytHaban: These people are after me, captain. I know them. I'll be fine.
DoytHaban: Lex? Jeeve? Why don't we collect fatso and the runt and discuss this outside?
Tug Shandal: I have a name, Dolt. Would it help you pronounce it if I punched a new orifice in the middle of your chest?
DoytHaban: Gee, Tug. I didn't know you'd changed your name to "Suck."
Jevee Ceeta: Outside, Doyt. Now!
Jevee Ceeta: Tug, you stay here and intimidate the elephants.
Jevee Ceeta: The rest of you just sit still. Doyt's gone and made Tug all angry and stuff. I wouldn't want him shooting anyone unnecessarily.
DoytHaban: Wow, Jeeve. I never would have expected Bongo to put you in charge. So, what's he paying you to bring me in?
DoytHaban: And did he promise to pay all of you? I mean, I'd really hate to see you fighting amongst yourselves to see who gets the opportunity to collect.
Jevee Ceeta: It's simple, really. I'm taking you in, and then i'm splitting the pay equally with the boys.
Jevee Ceeta: You didn't really expect us to kill each other over a bounty, did you? If that's as clever as your plot to escape gets, you might as well turn yourself in without our help.
DoytHaban: Good idea! I'll just hop back in my tank and fly over to bongo's, 'kay?
Lex Callister:
Carv Dodder: