Baird: Why did Hoffman have to move to the other end of the frickin' world?
Man: I just hope the old man's still alive. How long since we last has a radio contact with Anvil Gate?
Baird: Just over a year.
Marcus: If he's dead, Bernie would hang on to the disc. Heads up, there's a barge over there. Let's see where it lands.
Cole: I don't think they're landing!
Man: Shit! Get inside!
Marcus: Take cover! After the next salvo, run for it!
Man: Ready, go!
Baird: Incoming! Go now!
Marcus: Incoming! All right, move! Incoming!
Man: Finally! Looks like that barge is leaving.
Marcus: Well, if we're lucky, they think we're dead. If we're not, they've gone to get more bombs.
Baird: Looks like we need to scale that tower.
Man: You read my mind. Baird, you sure you can control that overgrown bladder when we grab it?
Cole: Yeah, tinkle toes. Because you know bladder control ain't your strong suit.
Baird: Once! It happened once, okay? Anyway, I grabbed the nav system from that wrecked barge. One direct course to Anvil Gate, programmed and ready!
Marcus: Hmm, nice job. Okay. Let's find a way to that tower. And cue the reinforcements.
Man: Looks dead enough to me.
Cole: Throwing smoke. I'm out. Yeah, here catch this!
Man: Looks like we're going to have to go back into the trenches. Unless anyone prefers a suicide run across open ground.
Baird: I vote we sneak around and avoid getting shot in the ass for a change.
Cole: Hell, yeah, I second that!
Marcus: Carried. Unanimously.
Cole: Hey, a pet shop! Hey, Baird, look, that one's cute.
Baird: Yeah, it can do tricks too! Like blowing up in your face.
Baird: Shit! We're going to have every grub in the place on our backs!
Marcus: Looks dead enough to me! Who's next!