My pleasure

"They're embedded in the front of the Raven. In fact, if you look to the
left of MP's head, you can see where they're blowtorching through the hull."
"They're WHAT?" Alota yelled. "GET EVERYONE A BAZOOKOID AND GET IN HERE!
DEAN! GET PHIL UP HERE!"
"Yes ma'am."
"If you want something done right, do it yourself," said Emperor Cerebrum,
as he manned a blow torch. "That's what I've always said
"Actually, sir, what you've always said," replied a minion. "Is that if you
wanat a job done safely, assign it to a horde of expendable idiots in the
hope that at least one will survive the machine gun fire and take the
trenches."
There was a brief pause, followed by the sound of a minion disintigrating.
"Thank you Keto," Cerebrum said.
"My pleasure," said Keto, reholstering the meson rifle.
"Now, remember the plan," said Cerebrum. "We burst in, and I'll
psychoanalyze the first guy we see, and then you squirt ointment over the
rest. If they shoot at us, use a minion as a shield."