[trumpets]
Narrator: The Tale of Commodore Harry P. Nez. So each of the knights went their separate ways. Sir Harry traveled towards the galactic core, through the dark Ustabekzinti asteroid belt, accompanied by his favorite minstrel, XxMoogxX.
XxMoogxX: [singing] Bravely bold Sir Harry, came forth from XenoCorp.
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Harry.
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Harry!
He was not in the least bit scared to be blown to tiny bits,
Or to have his ship anchored, and eat some Type-IV missiles,
To have his plasmas H&R'ed, and his phasers mizia-ed,
And his ship all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Harry!
His bridge smashed in and his crew chewed up,
And his panties removed and his bowels unplugged,
And his yeomen raped and his bottom burned off,
And his pen--
Harry: That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads. Heh.
Looks like there's dirty work afoot.
SFCShadow: Anarcho-syndicalism is a way of preserving freedom.
Ggruuk: Oh, Shadow, forget about freedom. We haven't got enough mud.
3 Mirak DF's: Halt! Who art thou?

XxMoogxX: [singing] He is brave Sir Harry, brave Sir Harry, who--
Harry: Shut up! Um, n-- n-- n-- nobody really, I'm j-- j-- j-- ju-- just um, just passing through.
All Mirak: What do you want?
XxMoogxX: [singing] To fight and--
Harry: Shut up! Um, oo, a-- nothing, nothing really. I, uh, j-- j-- just-- just to um, just to p-- pass through, good Mirak.
All Mirak: I'm afraid not!
Harry: Ah. W-- well, actually I-- I am a Knight of XenoCorp.
All Mirak: You're a Knight of XenoCorp?
Harry: I am.
K'dogHegh: In that case I shall have to blast you.
K'cowHegh: Shall I?
K'catHegh: Oh, I don't think so.
K'cowHegh: Well, what do I think?
K'dogHegh: I think blast him.
K'catHegh: Oh, let's be nice to him.
K'dogHegh: Oh shut up.

Harry: Perhaps I could--
K'dogHegh: And you. Oh, quick! Get a scatterpack out. I want to blow his head off!
K'catHegh: Oh, blow your own head off!
K'cowHegh: Yes, do us all a favor!
K'dogHegh: What?
K'catHegh: Yapping on all the time.
K'cowHegh: You're lucky. You're not next to him.
K'dogHegh: What do you mean?
K'cowHegh: You howl!
K'dogHegh: Oh, I don't. Anyway, you've got bad breath.
K'cowHegh: Well it's only because I've got four stomachs.
K'catHegh: Oh stop bitching and let's go have beer.
K'dogHegh: Oh, all right. All right. All right. We'll blast him first and then have beer and grass.
K'cowHegh: Moooooo!
K'catHegh: Oh, not grass.
K'dogHegh: All right. All right, not grass, but let's blast him anyway.
All Mirak: Right!
K'cowHegh: He buggered off.
K'catHegh: So he has. He's scarpered.
XxMoogxX: [singing] Brave Sir Harry ran away.
Harry: No!
XxMoogxX: [singing] Bravely ran away away.
Harry: I didn't!
XxMoogxX: [singing] When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled.
Harry: No!
XxMoogxX: [singing] Yes, brave Sir Harry turned about
Harry: I didn't!
XxMoogxX: [singing] And gallantly he chickened out, bravely running to his fleet.
Harry: I never did!
XxMoogxX: [singing] He beat a very brave retreat.
Harry: All lies!
XxMoogxX: [singing] Bravest of the brave, Sir Harry.
Harry: I never!