THUG: Contact. Their Unioc is right around the corner. Full power-suit. Can't see his weapon. Might have A/P rounds.
THUG SERGEANT: Right. Gordon, you and your nutcracker take point.
EBBY: Noble adversaries! Now that I have your attention, I offer a bargain!
Drop your weapons and walk away, or seventy-five percent of you are going to die. You have until the count of three.
EBBY: One!
EBBY: Two!
THUG: Monkey?
EBBY: Three!
EBBY: I don't think you gave them the full count of three.
GEN. TAGON: "Noble adversaries?" If I'd been faster I would have popped 'em before you finished that stupid speech.