Ennesby: Elf, don't try to use that gun.
Ennesby: Your tank was attacked after breaking the sound barrier. The projectiles from your pistol are proportionally every bit as energetic.
Ennesby: Our unseen enemy might settle for simply blowing the weapon up in your face. Or, if the scouts' remains are any indication, we might ourselves scraping you into a nanny bag with tortilla chips.
Chelle: I will never eat Mexican food again.