NARRATOR: U.P.A. frigate Fangstorm, two decks above the ventilated Aft Bay.
U.P.A. soldier: You're pinned down, snotbag!
Where's the pink monkey?
SCHLOCK: She had to get some stuff. She'll be here in a minute.
U.P.A. soldier: What stuff?
SCHLOCK: Her suit. She's piloting it in through the cloud of junk coming out of your ship's butt.
SCHLOCK: It's pretty nifty.
SCHLOCK: Way better than the stompy-suits you're in. It's got crazy amounts of pee-tee-you in the plating.
SCHLOCK: Also, it separates into, like, fifty pieces, each with their own annie plants. And it's scary smart, too.
U.P.A. soldier: We'd love to see it for ourselves. Where is she?
SCHLOCK: Right now?
SCHLOCK: Two decks down, I think?
SFX: CRUNCH CRUNCH BOOM
ELF: HELLO, KITTY.
SCHLOCK: Nope. She's not two decks down anymore.