Man 1: Well, if ever there was a mouth of madness, we are staring into it.
Man 2: Command, Kilo Six Three Actual. Standing by to breach. Let's go! Stack up!
Man 3: Copy! Cutting doors! Breaching! Look out! They're up in the ceiling! Up there! Open fire!
Man 4: Eyes on target!
Man 5: Get to cover!
Man 3: Target acquired.
Paxton Fettel: The blast must have fried their brains. However, there's something about their behavior I admire, their taste for violence. These are not the simple scrawls of madmen. They are meant to be a message, I think. Come, brother. I'm beginning to think something tremendous is happening.