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- I can't believe what old Captain Crankypants is gonna pay us for a dozen arrows!
- Those centaurs are so stupid. Instead of shooting them, they could sell them and make good money.
- Hey! You got the last one. This one's mine!
- Too bad. So sad! Finders keepers, losers weepers.
- You're a stupid skritt-head.
- Hey, remember when we found that centaur bone?
- That was pukilicious! We should look for a whole hand next time.
- My centaur-discombobulator project has reached a critical juncture.
- In order to get the voltometer phased properly, I need to achieve a higher noise temperature.
- Perhaps if I add a nullator, it'll bend to my will.
- An invention to scramble centaur brains. I'll be the most famous, revered scientist who ever lived.
- I'll be credited with saving the human race.
- Now, all I have to do is keep the magic smoke from escaping.
- My centaur-discombobulator is almost ready for its flying probe test.
- The admittance parameters have finally reached quasi-peak.
- Next time the centaurs attack, I'll be ready for a trial run!
- Stupid humans. I'll teach them to ridicule my invention.
- I'll show them! Soon as I've got it working.
- Just need more time...
- The time has come to test my centaur discombobulator!
- Come to me, my stinky fillies, and let's see how many smarts you can lose.
- Backlash! Their skulls are thicker than I thought!
- I found a centaur's pouch. It had blood all over it.
- No way! What was in it?
- Arrowheads. A whole bunch of 'em.
- No way! That's humongous wondrous!
- Watch One! All clear!
- Watch Two! Nothing to report.
- Number Three on duty!
- Four! All clear!
- Watch Five! No centaurs in sight.
- I just don't understand centaurs.
- What's there to understand?
- They're half human. By attacking us, they're attacking half their own kind.
- I don't think they see it that way.
- Any sign of pirates?
- Nope. Not yet.
- You sure?
- Yeah. They're pirates, not thieves. They don't do sneaky.
- Another quiet day?
- I wish someone would try to break in. I'm in a skewering mood.
- I'm your relief.
- You think anyone would notice if I slipped off and took a nap?
- Only the guy you're supposed to relieve.
- Oh. Yeah. Hate that guy.
- Everything seems to be in order. You going to relieve Tam?
- No, I'm gonna let the pirates in the back door.
- Don't even joke about that.
- Whatever. See you later.
- Rough shift?