Pirate: Intruders! Arm yourselves, dogs! Let them have whatfor!
SFX: ARRGGHHH!! AAAIIHHHH!!! AUUUGGGHH!!
K’Bor: K’bor worries day will come when welcoming party isn’t trying to kill Greyhawk. But K’Bor has already blasted them away.
Greyhawk: I think the odds are really small on that one, old friend. How are you, Randarr? I’m going to give it to you straight. You look really, really terrible.
Randarr: Thanks.
Greyhawk: Glimey? You in position?
Glimey (via comlink): Aye!
Greyhawk: It’s a go!
Glimey: Aye!
Greyhawk: Okay, on your feet, Tel Nahee. …and I’ll take that plazter.
