"That's muh woman! What about the water buffalo, Maj. Wuggles?"
"Get a shovel, Armando. You're gonna' need it."
"Yes, Ma'am!"
It seemed like an eternity. But there it was - The blast site.
"Weapons! Lock on target."
"Locked.", said Mo'Reese.
"Fire on command. Steady, steady. Okay, now - *FIRE* - give 'em a full shot."
"Right on! Direct hit"!
"Okay, Armando! Bring us to heading 42, full thrusters. Hang on."
"Roger. Hey look! There's Fish! WoW! How did that happen?"
"Hey, what can I say. When you're good, you're good! Okay, y'all! Don't just stand there like a bunch-'o-geeks-a-gawkin'! Get him in here. Contact command and let them know we recovered one. We're goin' home."
[Applause and cheers all around the ship.]