Narrator: Einstein theorized that as your speed through space increases, your speed through time must decrease. In short, the faster you go, the less time you have to think about steering.
Narrator: Well, duh. Any 21^st-century commuter could have told us that.
Narrator: In a stretched corrolary, 22^nd-century psychologists theorized that the faster the social, ethical, and moral landscape changes, the less time an observer has to get consider the consequences of choosing.
Breya: I can't pay you, Tagon. Now what? Are you really going to sell me to Xinchub?
Narrator: Again... duh.
Tagon: Gimme a minute.
DevilTagon: Oooh, moral quandary! I've got an easy answer for you, old friend.
AngelTagon: Don't listen to him. He wouldn't know moral if it shot him in the face.
DevilTagon: If memory serves, you did shoot me in the face, Harp-boy.
AngelTagon: And I'll be dishing out hoof and horn soup next time, Goatsy.
Jevee Ceeta: I'm sure we'll all be amused to learn what you decide, Captain, but it just became irrelevant.
Jevee Ceeta: Four minutes ago I told General Xinchub we had his package, and alerted him to the fact that you might be letting it get away.
Jevee Ceeta: The U.N.S. Tunguska just arrived in the system.
DevilTagon: I'm outta here.
AngelTagon: Lemme know how it turns out.