Captain Tagon: First day back on the job and you start a food fight. Nice.
Kevyn: You could have stopped it, rather than breaking out the cans of whipped cream.
Captain Tagon: It's okay, Kevyn. Everybody had a good time. Even Elf - she looked pretty comfortable covered in whipped cream.
Kevyn: As officers in her command chain, we probably shouldn't be entertaining that thought.
Captain Tagon: Okay, Schlock looked even more comfortable covered in the stuff.
Kevyn: That's overkill. I'm shooting for "Don't think about Elf." and you're taking us all the way to "I need to gouge out my eyes."
Captain Tagon: There is no overkill, there is only. . .
Kevyn: Think of my eyes, sir. My poor eyes.