Elf: Tag, blow the ammo in one of the conning tower turrets, and roll us away from the police cruiser. Now.
Touch-and-Go: Executing...
Elf: Ennesby, put out a distress call. We're being hijacked. Make it look convincing.
Ennesby: Done.
Ennesby: The police are screaming at us. The Popigai sounds amused, and is offering a gravitic sweep.
Elf: Now... teraport us someplace safe.
Ennesby: But we're inside the...
Elf: I said Now.
Touch-and-Go: Yes ma'am, it has been nice knowing you.