“Alright, alright. Switching to infrared. Seeing at least three locations of irrational discharge of firearms - the casino boys are getting the jitters. The guests are panicking, four to five mobs of them are crowding at fire exits. And - SHIT! SHIT! What fucking casino has fucking AA systems? Flares! Flares! Goddammit, Chimpanzee, do SOMETHING! I’m too young to die, and neither is the Fang, either! OH MY GOD, DON’T LET THEM GET NEAR THE AILERONS! CHIMPANZEE, DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY FUCKING GALACTIC CREDITS IT COST FOR THOSE FUCKING AILERONS?!”