Voyt: Doctor Bunnigus, are you through here? I have orders to strike.
Bunni: I think so. We can't do any more for Lieutnant Commander Jar-Head.
Der Trihs: I heard that!
Bunni: I really wish these military-issue nano-bottles of yours had some volume controls.
Voyt: The corpsmen say that if you pour a liter or two of corn syrup in, it shuts 'em right up.