Blue: Look at them. They seem so happy.
Print: They’re like children.
Blue: They know they will die; some even know it will be soon.
Blue: Yet they keep on talking and dancing.
Print: What else can they do? Come now, we’d best be getting back to the ship.
Blue: Do you think they’ll even notice when the invasion fleet arrives?
Print: Not if the boys in stealth do their jobs right. Let’s go, this flesh suit is getting itchy.