Narrator: Aboard the mercenary warship Touch-And-Go, just a few tens of meters above the ocean's surface. . .
Kevyn: Captain, when you said we'd be using gravitics to "draw the squid and surrounding water into the forward pool," did you have any actual, you know, measurements on hand?
Kevyn: Because now that we've caught the squid, I do have some measurements. I also have a list of the four service hatches we'll need to widen.
Captain Tagon: After all the cleanup and refitting, there's no way I'm letting you widen any of our hatches, or cut holes in bulkheads. We'll just use the teraport.
Kevyn: Mahuitalotu's global anti-teraport systems are state-of-the-art. I checked.
Captain Tagon: Yup. We just need to convince them to paint a quick exclusion for us.
Captain Tagon: TAG, go ahead and take that course we laid in.
TAG: YES, MY LIEGE.
Narrator: Three hours later, over Mahuitalotu's Lessor Park.
Captain Tagon: So you see our problem? We'd love to 'port this beastie into our hold, but right now it looks like we might have to drop him off here.
Lessor Than: That fountain is treated with sacred bath salts from Sahara City! And your squid is dripping!!
Mahuitalotu Teraport Traffic Control: Roger that, Touch-And-Go. Payment is being transmitted now. You've got clearance.