'Why do you always have to say that?'

'You don't need to stop now, though -- you can still look around.'

'I'm not. I'm not coming anywhere -- and you're not taking me there. Now fuck off.'

The hands of some ancient and powerful dragon, sweeping over the land... you feel like you're in some kind of fairy tale.

He's not *hanging* him either.

'We'll see. I wouldn't get involved.'

'You're not hearing me, lieutenant....'

'Okay. I think I understand what's going on here. It's the *hunch* of a young romantic.'

'What were you doing last Wednesday night?'

No, he's not. You're useless.

'Good, good,' the lieutenant nods, giving you a thumbs up.

Is it? You don't like it.

You need to come back, this is a *real* emergency.

'Mhm...' He's waiting for you to finish.

'No, you're not. You're not even Red River, you know?'

The lieutenant looks up at the heavy metal door. 'The heat death of the universe is what it's made for.'

'I found a small box in my closet. It's crashed to hell. I'm going to use it for a *luke-la-Clef* album, for sure.'

'I didn't mean to rush you. You *are* speeding.'

'I'm not so sure, but I'll try. Where did this *boule* come from?'

This is an excellent way to go - show them that you are very *scientific* and *supernatural* and in charge, and that your *weapon* will come to power *favorably* for everyone.