ENNESBY: We can hide. The galaxy is a big place.
KEVYN: Hide and wait.
GEN. TAGON: For how long, boy? These enemies you've made sound like the patient types.
KEVYN: I don't know. Months? Years?
ENNESBY: That sounds really boring.
NARRATOR: Boring, yes. But it's pretty easy from the Narrator's standpoint.
"And the years flew like a dream."
Or maybe "The days sped by like teenage drivers."
Ooh! I've got it!
"Time passed like Friday night's beer on Saturday morning"