"Survivor! Get back here you dingus! It's Nyar, for crissake, one of us!" Curball shouts toward Smooth, watching with a mixture of frustration and amusement. Shaking his head, he goes to check the inside of the tank.
"Nice entrance, kid. You know we're gonna have to pick up that ding-"He's interrupted by the sight of the pod batteries. Giving Nyar a deathly stare, he calmly states,
"Did I not tell you to inform me as soon as you found these?"He looks back at the dead doctor.
"Shit, I guess it doesn't matter now. Find anything else of interest in the workshop? The more transport we have, the better. They're already going to be hunting us down for this.""Graves, what's your status?"