Narrator: Stranded, naked, and wet. Also, alive and free.
Kevyn: Let's get ourselves hidden. Underwater will work best. We'll be masked visually and on infrared.
Elf: And how do you suggest we breathe?
Kevyn: There's a reed-bed over on that shore.
Elf: How do you know the reeds are hollow?
Kevyn: Reeds are always hollow.
Pronto: Commander, if they're using infrared, these reeds will look like chimneys.
Kevyn: Warm carbon dioxide. . . The "smoke" of our metabolisms.
Kevyn: Sergeant Schlock will cover us with his body. . . We inhale through the straws, and exhale under a camo-blanket of carbosilicate amorph.
Schlock: So you guy are going to lie down and blow smoke up my
Kevyn: As I understand it, you don't have one of those.