"You want a sitrep? I can give you a sitrep. Toxins is on fire. Something blew up in the experimentation lab, so we need to get Randall in here to patch the hole up before we all run out of air. Someone got into robotics and emagged everything, and research is progressing at a sloth's pace because—Celestia help me, Fluttershy, if you blend that plasma sheet, I'm going to 'fire' you so hard that you'll be going to Aloe and Lotus to have them rub blisters out of your juicy, underworked flank for the rest of your mortal tenure."

[The All-In-One Grinder turns on.]

"DAMN IT, FLUTTERSHY, WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU?!?!"