Narrator: Southport, lying in wait. . .
Southport Lieutenant: It's perfect, Corporal. The wreckage forces 'em to pick Dock Four, and then we shoot 'em right through the holes in the wreckage.
Southport Corporal: Lieutenant, we can't see what they're doing out there. Suppose they scan us, and line up for a different shot?
Southport Lieutenant: What are they going to do? Take a potshot through two layers of hullmetal?
SFX: P O T S H O T
Southport Corporal: Correction. Two layers of hullmetal and one Lieutenant.