Narrator: Outside the local jail, a pair of bounty-hunters discusses their quarry.
Jevee Ceeta: It would seem the local yokels don't know powered fullerene suits when they see them.
Lex Callister: So the blob and his buddies broke out of jail?
Jevee Ceeta: They did. And just as soon as I strip out of this Colonel get-up we can hunt them down.
Jevee Ceeta: Give me some privacy, Lex. Just because I said 'strip' doesn't mean I'm gonna give you a free show.
Jevee Ceeta: That goes double for you.
Narrator: Oh. Sorry.
Narrator: Moments later, following some nakedness you'll just have to imagine, but which Ms. Jevee Ceeta would most certainly rather you not. . .
Lex Callister: If you're decent, can I give you the bad news?
Jevee Ceeta: What is it, Lex?
Lex Callister: Bongo just called. He pulled Doyt's contract. Somebody else is on him, and Bongo wants us to stay out of the way.
Jevee Ceeta: No way! We are gonna score this one. Who do we have to push over to get at Doyt?
Lex Callister: The U.N.S. Battleplate Tunguska has Doyt and his company pinned in dock at the Hellevator.
Jevee Ceeta: They sent a Battleplate?
Lex Callister: Hey, you know the U.N.S. - speak softly, carry a big stick.
Jevee Ceeta: I think it's time to go pick up a contract involving folks who carry smaller sticks, and do lots of shouting.
Lex Callister: As long as my stick is bigger, they can shout themselves hoarse.
Jevee Ceeta: Heh. Boys.