Frey: K'tujHegh! K'tujHegh! K'tujHegh!
762: K'tujHegh! K'tujHegh!
Frey: K'tujHegh!
[police radio]

K'tujHegh!
Hawkeye: K'tujHegh! K'tujHegh!
[Newbies singing]
[singing stops]
[ethereal music]

Frey: The Castle Taldren. Our quest is at an end!

Bethke be praised! Almighty Bethke, we thank Thee that Thou hast vouchsafed to us the most holy- [twong baaaa] Jesus Christ!
ISC Space Frog: 'Allo, daffy XenoCorp kniggets and Monsieur Admiral Frey, who has the brain of a duck, you know! So, we ISC fellows out-wit you a second time!
Frey: How dare you profane this place with your presence!? I command you, in the name of the Knights of XenoCorp, to open the doors of this sacred castle, to which Bethke himself has guided us!
ISC Space Frog: How you XenoCorp say, I one more time-a unclog my nose in your direction, sons of a window-dresser!

So, you think you could out-clever us ISC folk with your silly knees-bent running about in dancing behavior! I wave my private parts at your aunties, ... I PPD your silly fighter-types you cheesy lot of second hand electric Federation bottom biters.

Frey: In the name of Bethke, we demand entrance to this sacred castle!
ISC Space Frog: No chance, XenoCorp bedwetting types. I burst my pimples at you and call your door opening request a silly thing. You tiny-brained wipers of other people's bottoms!
Frey: If you do not open this door, we shall take this castle by force! [splat] In the name of Bethke and the glory of our-- [splat] Right! That settles it!
ISC Space Frogs: Yes, depart a lot at this time and cut the approaching any more or we fire Plasma I's at the tops of your heads and make castanets out of your testicles already! Ha ha!
Frey: Walk away. Just ignore them.
ISC Space Frogs: And now remain gone illegitimate faced buggerfolk! And, if you think you got nasty taunting this time, you ain't heard nothing yet! Daffy XenoCorp kniggets! Thpppt!
Frey: We shall attack at once!
Kehakoul: Yes, Admiral!
Frey: Stand by for attack!
[XenoCorp troops gather from out of nowhere]
Frey: ISC Space Frogs! Today the blood of many a valiant Elite XC'er shall be avenged. In the name of Bethke we shall not stop our fight until each one of you lies dead, and the Holy Grail of Balance returns to those whom Bethke has chosen. Charge!!!!
XenoCorp Troops: Charge!!!!!!!!!
[Interplay QA people]
Circle members: Yes. They're the ones. I'm sure.
QA Inspector: Come on. Anybody armed must go too.
QA Inspector #2: All right. Come on. Back.
Middle Circle members: Get that one.
QA Inspector #2: Back. Right away. Just... pull it off. Come on. Come along.
QA Inspector: Put this man in the van.
QA Inspector #2: Clear off. Come on.
762: With whom?
QA Inspector: Which one?
QA Inspector #2: Oh-- this one.
QA Inspector: Come on. Put him in the van.
QA Inspector #2: Get a Plasma-R.
Officer #1: We have no Wild Weasel prepared.
Random: Ahh.
[squeak]
Random: Ooh.
Officer #1: Come on. Back. Riiight back. Come on!
Officer #2: Run along! Run along!
Officer #1: Pull that off. My, that's an offensive weapon, that is.
Officer #2: Come on. Back with 'em. Back. Right. Come along.
Inspector: Everything?
[squeak]
Officer #1: All right, Stoney. That's enough. Just pack that in.

[crash]
SFCShadow: Christ!