"Thanx, Jamone, but it's not over yet by any stretch. Seems like for each one I kill, they send 10 more in right behind."
"I kinda liked Sigourney Weaver in her panties in Alien I's escape module as a visual."
"You would (pervert!)."
"You are getting further out there.... did you drop some crusts of bread along the way to find your way back?"
"Look who's talking! ('...Sigourney Weaver in her panties ...as a visual!') If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have altogether too much time on your hands. What's the status?"
"50% and holding."
"What about shields? "
"Two fully-loaded water buffalos. Will that be enough?"
"Damned if I know. After the last attack, I swear we must have blown a line somewhere. I can't count the number of times we had to hit the pumps. You okay, Jamone?"
"Yeah, just a case of heartburn. Maybe some cheese would help."
"You better watch that stuff! You never know what kind of mold is growing in there anymore. Well, I guess it's about time to suit up."
"Twisted and obtuse.... but then again, so are you and your methods in combating an "internal enemy". Best of ruck.