Voyt: Jar-head tells me that you guys have an unlicensed cloning rig.
Bunni: Had. We turned it over to Xinchub's goons a few months back.
Voyt: General Xinchub? You guys ran afoul of him, too? That man is like bad news on top of a migraine.
Bunni: Yeah. With a side-order of malignant melanoma.
Voyt: Heh, I guess headaches induced by a metastasizing brain tumor would qualify as bad news.
Der Trihs: Can you guys pick someone else to talk about brain-tumors in front of?
Bunni: Oh come on, a little pressure up there might do you some good.
Voyt: I'm telling you, corn syrup.