"Ye really that ready?" Pervy asks Zukath. "Think about it fer a minute. They got weapons we can't match. Th' one advantage we got, we can't use. Otherwise, another one o' them damned missiles'll hit us on th' head and leave a fuckin' crater. And she's asking us t' take on folks who are trained t' use them weapons."
He looks to Phoenix, then says, "Until ye figger out how t' balance that out, I ain't unfurlin' me sails."
Then, he glances at Alash, and asks, "What've ye got up yer sleeves? Dun worry, I won't make fun o' ye o anythin'.'
Edited by: Uncle Pervy
at: 3/26/03 1:18:38 pm