Ennesby: Adjutant? Me?
Kevyn: Well, with the command team down by two, Tagon and I have our hands full.
Kevyn: Tagon can't be everywhere at once, I need help repairing the Armor Squadron, and Thurl's up to his eyeballs in the accounting.
Kevyn: You're smart, you're fast, you're friendly, and you're very flexible. I can't think of a single task we could throw at you that would give you trouble.
Ennesby: "Adjutant" is starting to sound like "gopher."
Kevyn: Impossible. The two words don't have a single letter in common.