Well, kiddies, you'll never guess what I pulled out of the electron 
soup today.  
I got me a real live Silencer... 
And what's better is that Central confirms assignment of the tin man 
to our unit.  Looks like somebody's slipped a relay, if you ask me.

Wiy, you should have shipped this one back. 
Looks like the Consortium brain rot has finally hit Central.  
I suggest we ship him back to Draygan ourselves... in a thimble.


Oh, I don`t know. I wouldn`t be so quick to judge, Sergeant Brooks.  
I mean, like I always say, anyone can change... if the cause is good enough.  I'm here, aren't I?  Well, if a lowly Revenue Assessment Agent can find out there's more to life than housing vouchers, food allotments and taxes, then we should be able to convert any Consortium drudge. Right?

Very touching, Tax Man.  Kind of makes me want to puke.  
Why don`t you don me a favour and save the class reunion 
speeches for when I'm not around, all right?  
Hey, Wizard, if you really want ol' Trooper out of his shell, 
I'd be glad to help out.  
We could send him over to the Sarge to carve him up, and, uh,  
you can have the suit.  Not a bad trade... for a Silencer.

Cardova, put a gasket in it.  Your face is leakin'.  
Nobody's carving up anybody... not until the Colonel says so.

Whatever you say, Sergeant.  
But I just might forget to wait for that order to kill him.  
Just one of those things, battle fatigue and all.

That's enough, Corporal.  
You might remember I promised you a scenic tour of a desk 
next time you had one of your "battle fatigue" episodes.
All right people, now, I don't like this arrangement any 
more than the rest of you.  But orders are orders.  
I'm sure General Maxis thinks he's genuine, or else he wouldn't be here.  
So deal with it, or ask for a transfer... Is that clear?

Yes, Sir!
Yes, Sir!
Yes, Sir!



