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[XenoCorp Theme music]
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Frey: Old Woman!
SFCShadow: Man!
Frey: Man, sorry. What knight lives in that starbase over there?
SFCShadow: I'm thirty seven.
Frey: What?
SFCShadow: I'm thirty seven -- I'm not old!
Frey: Well, I can't just call you `Man'.
SFCShadow: Well, you could say `Shadow'.
Frey: Well, I didn't know you were called `Shadow.'
SFCShadow: Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?
Frey: I did say sorry about the `old woman,' but from the behind you looked--
SFCShadow: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior!
Frey: Well, I AM Admiral...
SFCShadow: Oh Admiral, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By exploitin' the newbies -- by hangin' on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic an' social differences in our gaming society! ....If there's ever going to be any progress--

Ggruuk: Shadow, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh -- how d'you do?
Frey: How do you do, good peasant. I am Admiral Frey, Admiral of XenoCorp. Who's starbase is that?
Ggruuk: Admiral of the who?
Frey: XenoCorpians.
Ggruuk: Who are the XenoCorpians?
Frey: Well, we all are. we're all XenoCorpians and I am your Admiral.
Ggruuk: I didn't know we had an Admiral. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
SFCShadow: You're just fooling yourself. We're living in a League world. ..... A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working newbies--
Ggruuk: Oh there you go, bringing newbies into it again.
SFCShadow: That's what it's all about if only people would--
Frey: Please, please good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that starbase?
Ggruuk: No one lives there.
Frey: Then who is your Fleet Admiral?
Ggruuk: We don't have a Fleet Admiral.
Frey: What?
SFCShadow: I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune league. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week.
Frey: Yes.
SFCShadow: But all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special biweekly meeting.
Frey: Yes, I see.
SFCShadow: By a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,--
Frey: Be quiet!
SFCShadow: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
Frey: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
Ggruuk: Order, eh -- who does he think he is?
Frey: I am your Admiral!
Ggruuk: Well, I didn't vote for you.
Frey: You don't vote for Admirals.
Ggruuk: Well, how did you become Admiral then?
Frey: The Lady of the Lake,
[XC'ers sing]
her arm clad in the purest shimmering warp plasma, held aloft www.xenocorp.net from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Admiral Frey, was to carry XenoCorp.
[singing stops]
That is why I am your Admiral!
SFCShadow: Listen -- strange women lying in ponds distributing webpages is no basis for a system of government. "All your base" nonsense, indeed! Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Frey: Be quiet!
SFCShadow: Well you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a web address at you!
Frey: Shut up!
SFCShadow: I mean, if I went around sayin' I was an emperor just because some moistened bink had lobbed a front page at me they'd put me away!
Frey: Shut up! Will you shut up!

SFCShadow: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
Frey: Shut up!
SFCShadow: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! --- HELP! HELP! I'm being repressed!
Frey: Bloody peasant!
SFCShadow: Oh, what a give away. Did you hear that, did you hear that, eh?.... That's what I'm on about -- did you see him repressing me, you saw it didn't you?