EBBY: Tray sixteen, sir. No spills!
KEVYN: Thank you. Now grab a rack of pulsers from the armory and shuttle back to the barracks.
KEVYN: Take a platoon and sweep Oisri Dig Base wing by wing, every room, every closet.
EBBY: What are we hunting, sir?
KEVYN: Entertainment units. The big ones. Fry 'em like bad hash-browns.
EBBY: This sounds like a mission with built-in "good will" problems.
KEVYN: Since the alternative is hunting and killing our clients, I'll accept their hard feelings as collateral damage.