Elf: Captain, we've secured the port armory. Scan accounts for 96 Ob'enn, 29 down.

Ken's sleeping the rest of this one off in a cryokit. He tried to catch a breacher with his face. Everybody else is fine.
Captain Tagon: If they were using breachers, you should have called in the gravy, Elf.
Elf: We talked it over. We're being paid by the prisoner, and gravy just didn't sound profitable.
Elf: Besides, it worked. Ken will live to spend his money.
Schlock: Yeah, but he'll be spending it on really soft food for a while.