- Hey, Jerl, now not only the Tanarrians will want to impale our asses on spikes. Listen, if we survive this mess, I suggest we go home. Come to my place, I'll give you a good plot of land, you can find yourself a decent woman. We'll grow strawberries and watermelons together. It's a profitable business, by the way.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт