Narrator: In an uncharted, extrastellar backwater not far from Ozvega our heroes' resident tinkerer finishes his current project.
Kevyn: I'm done.
Tagon: Does it work?
Kevyn: After a fashion.
Tagon: I don't want fashion. I want something that can build and maintain the tools we use to kill people and break their stuff.
Kevyn: Well, you've definitely got that. And there will be no fashion involved.
Tagon: What's that supposed to mean?
Kevyn: I don't know if the problem is tausennigan obfuscation, bad programming, or sabotage, but it's too deep for me to dig out.
Kevyn: The result is some wonky cross-talk, like we saw with those toasters. I worked around it though, by filling the leaking buffer with innocuous information.
Tagon: Innocuous is a big, scary word.
Kevyn: Don't worry. The stuff we build is going to work the way we need it to.
Kevyn: As an added bonus the stuff we build will also be able to make toast.
Schlock: I think they're scary.