There Are Times When The

No One Pays Me To Be Nice.

Ennui And Lethargy Are Waging A War Inside Me.

Tomer: “what's This?” Cabinet: “wt's Ths?” Wedge: “cabinet.” Tomer: “i Know It's A Cabinet, But It's Talking.” Cabinet: “...ts Tlkng” Janson: “oh That. It's The Catann Minister Of Crawling Into Very Small Spaces.” Tycho: “he Bet Wedge He Could Fold Himself In The That Cabinet, Around The Shelves And All.” Hobbie: “never Bet Against Wedge. The Minister Gets To Stay In There Until He Admits That It Was A Stupid Bet And That Wedge Doesn't Owe Him Anything.

Oh, Wonderful. I Killed His Father. He Hates Me. He Knows How To Make Bombs. Come On, Wedge, How Does This Story End?

Tycho, We're About To Achieve A Tremendous Victory We Don't Want." "we'll Put That In Your Biography. General Antilles Was So Good He Couldn't Fail When He Tried To." "thanks." Wedge & Tycho