NARRATOR: Urtheep Industries Returns Receiving Dock...
TAGON: Cindy, we're cut off. Is everyone else aboard?
CINDY: Everyone except the four of you.
TAGON: Four?
SCHLOCK: Honor guard, sir. I board after you do.
TAGON: That's still only three.
SCHLOCK: Your adjutant.
TAILOR: I'm here to fix the problem with your helmet.
TAGON: I haven't deployed it, because she doesn't have a helmet.
DAGGERMOTHER: I didn't deploy mine because you, my guest, did not appear to have one.
TAGON: We're idiots.
DAGGERMOTHER: Having a backup of yourself probably clouded your judgment.
TAGON: Then what's your excuse?
DAGGERMOTHER: My skull is reinforced with a six-layer sandwich of armor composites.
SCHLOCK: Makes sense. It's a HUGE target.