Fresh meat and so on and so forth.

...just can't be bothered to make the effort this week.

I hate this stupid boat.

If any of you sorry excuses for people need me, I'll be getting drunk off of my ass.

[And she is. She's also back to being a zombie.]

A gilded cell is still a fucking cell.

Just sayin'.

Uther's balls, I love it when we get fresh meat.

You people really love to kill each other, don't you?

[Clinkclink.]

Hi-fucking-larious.

Someone bring me some booze.

So your militia officers are already squabbling.

Huh. Now who coulda predicted something like that happening?

So, you people got organized. Lemme know how well that works out for you. Buncha civilian fuckheads.

First time the shit hits the fan, it's gonna fall apart, mark my words...

[Karis is sitting outside the Spectacular Spectacular, eying the door with a malicious glint in her eyes. She raises her communicator and clicks it on.]

So. Who wants to go exploring?

Hey. Hey Bryn.

Guess what.