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Wolffe, at 79's: Hey, hey cut the music!
Wolffe: Someone left an ice cub on the ground and General Koon stepped in it, causing his sock to get wet. Which one of you is going to die?
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Plo Koon: Really Wolfee it's okay. I can get a new pair of socks.
Wolffe: No General. Someone has to pay, they where your 'Galaxey's Greatist Buir socks'. They are irraplacable and someone idiot got them wet.
Plo: There is no way of stoping you is there?
Wolffe, alreay loading his gun: No there isn't.