Jevee Ceeta: So you sent a nasty-gram to General Xinchub via his detonator codes?
Ennesby: Yup.
Jevee Ceeta: What did you say, exactly?
Ennesby: Let's just say I was pretty nasty, okay?
Jevee Ceeta: I've been in the military for twenty-five years, Ennesby. There's nothing you can teach me about nasty messages.
Ennesby: Fine. I've forwarded it to you for your expert critique.
Tagon: I see you've just been exposed to Ennesby's weapons-grade vocabulary.
Jevee Ceeta: My stomach is in my throat right now. It's trying to spit acid on the parts of my brain that remember reading his message.