Breya: Kevyn, can we borrow the tanks your captain sent with you?
Kevyn: No. As my short, green bodyguard will tell you, they're supposed to be protecting me. That's the whole point.
Breya: Sergeant, my marines tell me that there is an unknown, heavily-armed force loose on this station, and they might need tanks to kill it.
Schlock: Cool! I'll tell the metal-heads they get to mount up for some hunting.
Kevyn: Sis, I think you should know that some of those buttons you're pushing can be used to launch nukes.