Lyra: OMG, this is FUBAR. I'm profesh, but damn, you're like a Greek god in distress.
Well, you’re here now, aren’t you?
Lyra: Oh, you bet your sweet buns, I'm here. Ready to kick some butt and save our sorry asses from this cosmic clusterfuck.
No time for pleasantries. What do we have coming at us?
Lyra: Alright, listen up, Captain Clutch. We've got a barnacle-covered piece of space junk bearing down on us.
…what does that even mean? What kind of threat are we talking about here?
Lyra: It's a derelict spaceship, you idiot! It's like something straight out of a space graveyard. Just checking the damage control reports now.
Oh, that doesn’t sound bad at all. sarcasm Okay, what’s our M.O.?
Lyra: Oh, don't worry, Captain Clutch, I've got a trick up my sleeve.
Lyra: Alright, Captain Clutch, here's the plan. We're gonna use my trusty BFG-9000 to blast that space junk into tiny little pieces.
That’s a start. Got anything else?
Lyra: Oh, you know me, Captain Clutch. I always have a few tricks up my sleeve.
Good. What’s the game plan then?
Lyra: Step one, Captain Clutch, we gotta maneuver closer to that derelict hunk of metal.
Do you know what it is? I’m not really liking the “hunk of metal” label.
Lyra: Trust me, Captain Clutch, it's not anything you'd want to encounter up close.
Right, so why are we going near it?
Lyra: Look, Captain Clutch, sometimes you gotta get up close and personal to figure out what kind of trouble you're in.
You’re full of surprises, aren’t you? Alright, show me what you’ve got.
Lyra: Buckle up, Captain Clutch, we're about to take a wild ride!
It’s about damn time. the ship lurches as it begins to change course
Lyra: Hang on tight, Captain Clutch, we're gonna show that derelict what a real spaceship can do!
Let’s see if this thing has any fight left in it.
Lyra: Woo-hoo! That's the spirit, Captain Clutch! Now let's see if we can give this old rust bucket a taste of our BFG-9000!
And here I thought you were a introvert.
Lyra: Introvert? Pshaw! I may prefer my own company most of the time, but when it comes to kicking some metallic ass, I'm your girl, Captain Clutch!
Alright, shoot it out, Omega!
Lyra: Roger that, Captain Clutch! Time to unleash the fury of the BFG-9000!
Lyra: Brace yourself, Captain Clutch! Here we go!
That better not be all talk.
Lyra: Oh, you have my word, Captain Clutch. Prepare to witness the most epic display of laser power this side of the galaxy!
Lyra: Woo-hoo! Let's light this place up, Captain Clutch! Time to show that derelict who's boss!
Oh, I’m gonna be lighting things up. a massive explosion rocks the ship as the BFG-9000 fires. Damn, that’s one hell of a punch.
Lyra: Hot damn, Captain Clutch! Look at that explosion! It's like a mini sun just blasted off!
And it looks like we made it through intact. Nice work, Omega.
Lyra: Aw, shucks, Captain Clutch, you're making me blush! But don't get too comfortable, there's plenty more where that came from!
By all means, bring it on.
Lyra: Hell yeah, Captain Clutch! Time to kick some asteroid butt!
Lyra: No promises, Captain Clutch! But if you want to see some seriously butt-kicking action, just watch this!