The silence is once again broken as the LNCa Sillier enters the area.
Lt. Narol: Helm, where are we?
Ed: we came our of subspace somewhere, but i dont know where...
Lt. Narol: hmmm, that little ship with the blue spinning parts looks familiar, what do we have on it?
Ed: We dont know, its a little ship with blue spinning parts sir.
Lt. Narol: *sigh*, i knew i shoulda stocked up on some more Lieutenant Jnr Grades. O well, bring up the SillyBeamsTM , we'll silly them to death.
Ed: Umm, sir? You removed the main fusion reactors to make room for more spoo
Lt. Narol: i did? o ya, i did. Scramble the 158th then, Silly Squadron can live up to its name.
Ed: Umm, sir? You left the fighters behind to make more room for the Bosch beer.
Lt. Narol: o...damn, bring me another crate of Bosch beer then.
Ed: Umm, sir? The pilots finished the last crate half an hour ago.
Lt. Narol: NOOOOOOOO, NOT THE BEER!!! Plot us a course back to Epsilon Pegasi, we're gonna pick up more beer from that Seven Eleven.
Ed: Umm, sir? We cant jump.
Lt. Narol: Well why not?
Ed: You forgot to get more gas at that Seven Eleven.
Lt. Narol: O dear...