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TAILOR: Comms are still jammed, sir.

SCHLOCK: At least the crawlers have stopped.

TAGON: We did just take away their prize.

DAGGERMOTHER: Or they already claimed the prize, and we no longer matter.

TAGON: I was going to compliment you on your knife work, but now I'm too depressed to say nice things.

DAGGERMOTHER: Then I suppose I must soldier on without your validation.