Staff of Unyielding: Attention, UNS vessel! Cease firing, lower your shields, and submit to boarding!
Breya: Make me, furball.
Staff of Unyielding: I am the Staff of Unyielding Order, and I was built for the express purpose of 'making you.'
Breya: Fine. Let's see what you've got. But you're going to have to choose between me and that Frigate.
Staff of Unyielding: You are in no position to dictate terms.
Kevyn: We can discuss positions over dinner, Cuddles. Now make up your shiny, metal mind.
Kevyn: Do you talk to Mom with that mouth?