Narrator: The newly-promoted mercenary Captain Kevyn Andreyasn gets a mandated makeover.
Bunnigus: You look good in it, Kevyn.
Bunnigus: Granted, orange is a harsh color on you, as it brings out the glare off your noble dome, but that's just my fashion training kicking in.
Kevyn: Now there's a discipline I would have been pleased to continue in ignorance of.
Bunnigus: We need to do something about the glasses, though.
Kevyn: They stay. I can't see a thing without them.
Bunnigus: Petey paid us with some good gear. I can bring your natural eyesight right up to spec.
Kevyn: I misspoke. There's nothing wrong with my natural eyesight.
Kevyn: I should have said "I can't see a thing outside the visible spectrum without them."
Bunnigus: You also can't hide behind them anymore. The company needs to know you're there more than than you need to be able to see in infrared.
Kevyn: What about ultraviolet, microwave, and X-ray?
Bunnigus: You get all that from those?
Bunnigus: Wait... You have X-ray vision?
Kevyn: I can see that your skin temperature just went up in patterns typical of both embarrassment and anger, but I used infrared for that.
Bunnigus: One word about "great bone structure" and you'll need surgery.