Narrator: Deep in the Phican stronghold, our heroes steel themselves for a hasty exit.
Tagon: Full suit power, Elf. There's no point being sneaky anymore.
Phica: Guards! Guards! I'm being kidnapped!!
Tagon: Put a cork in it, Sparky. I don't want to have to slow down long enough to cut out your tongue.
Banger: This is for Colonel Pranger, scum!
Elf: Aaaugh! Plasma fire!
MiniSchlock: Wheee!
Tagon: Can you move, Elf?
Elf: Yeah, I think so.
Phica: You've lost already. Look at her! You-
Elf: Sir, I think there's something wrong with my legs.
Tagon: You have beautiful legs, Elf.
Tagon: And I'm sure they'll look even better when we grow you a new pair.