Massey: Sergeant, you were supposed to be protecting mister Nubs. Not blowing holes in him.
Schlock: Massey, I didn't do it. I swear.
Schlock: I was standing next to him, and something hit me. Next thing I know I'm pulling myself together and he's in a heap in the middle of the room.
Massey: Sergeant, there's no trace of anybody else having been in that room besides you and Acey Nubs.
Schlock: Then maybe he shot himself.
Massey: Sure. He cut off his own hand, roasted the stub up to his elbow, and then plasgunned a smoking hole clear through his chest.
Ozvegan Ryk: HORK.
Ozvegan Griz: