[Barter 40] Dr. Courier diagnoses a terminally low discussion of caps in this conversation.

Commie ghosts what don't know they're dead. Hoping to steal our rockets so they can fly up and paint the moon pink and draw a Lenin face on it.

We don't have to dream we are important. We are.

Well, says No-bark, we got a chupacabra with an automatic weapon. And that's when they get real quiet, 'cause now they see the predicament we're in.