Ennesby: We can hide. The galaxy is a big place.
Kevyn: Hide, and wait.
General Tagon: For how long, boy? These enemies you've made sound like the patient types.
Kevyn: I don't know. Months? Years?
Ennesby: That sounds really boring.
Der Trihs:
Brad:
Theo:
Bunni:
Narrator: Boring, yes, but it's pretty easy from the narrator's standpoint. "And the years flew like a dream." Or maybe "The days sped by like teenage drivers." Ooh! I've got it! "Time passed like Friday night's beer on Saturday morning"