Narrator: There are all kinds of bombs in the 31^st century.
Narrator: Smart-bombs not quite smart enough to think of self preservation.
Narrator: Total conversion bombs for which a little bit goes a verrry long way.
Narrator: Epaulet bombs you foolishly wear next to your neck.
Narrator: Grenades, nukes, limpets, land mines, mortars, bouncing bettys... The matrix of payloads, detonators, casings, and delivery systems yields an all-but-infinite variety of ordnance, products of highly fertile imaginations raked either over the coals of necessity, or through the sewers of sociopathy.
Narrator: Kevyn Andreyasn has created numerous bombs in his day. He's dropping one now...
Kevyn: Captain Tagon was killed in action this morning.
SFX: KA-BOOM
Narrator: Oh, the carnage.