NARRATOR: The defusing of a six-kiloton, semi-sentient bomb.
PARA: Your nanny-hack was clumsy, sloppy, and worst of all, terribly insecure.
MAX: Insecure? Little girl, I don't know who you think you are, but that tech is top notch. Tarfeather answers only to me.
PARA: So you don't know about the back door. Would you like me to have Tarfeather show it to you?
MAX: Sure. Whatever.
PARA: Thank you. Tarfeather, you answer only to Max Haluska. Per his response, he wants you and me to demonstrate the back-door protocol.
TARFEATHER: Aleph cheese-monkey, nanny elevenses, hash 890ds7331m66.
PARA: Bristlecone! Now!
BRISTLECONE: Key received ... Restoring from banked gestalt ... ... ...
BRISTLECONE: Operation complete.
TARFEATHER: Thank you, Mistress. Instructions?
MAX: You tricked me.
PARA: Sometimes the back door is "You're an idiot."