“Dammit, Vik. How can you not know what’s wrong with this thing? Can’t you commune with it or something? (Devyn)My name is not ‘Dammit, Vik’ and I find it ironic that you think I can commune with all metal beings when you can barely communicate your point of view to your own parents. And they birthed you. I did not give birth to this ship. Last time I checked, I was male and that would be impossible on a multitude of levels. (Vik)”

“Vik? You ready? (Devyn)Your stupidity is what I live for, Captain. (Vik)”

“Sway’s an idiot who didn’t order them when we used up the last bunch. (Vik)Isn’t that your job? (Devyn)No. I’m the sub-idiot. Sway’s head idiot because the company refuses to deal with mechas. Since I’m not organic, they think I can’t pay. (Vik)Thanks, Vik. (Devyn)Ever my pleasure to irritate you, sir. (Vik)”

“Happiest day of my life when my dad made him human. (Devyn)Happy for you, bonebag…It cost me my girlfriend. (Vik)It was a lamp, Vik, not a girlfriend. (Devyn)I really loved that lamp. She lit up my entire world. (Vik)”

“And I’ve been your monkey ever since. (Vik)Nah. You’re not my monkey, Vik. You’re my bitch. (Devyn)Of course I am. And I’ll remember that the next time your shower door is stuck and you want me to open it…Wait. That does make me your bitch, doesn’t it? Damn, I’m whipped. (Vik)”

“Any more bitching from the geriatric crew? What a bunch of old women. Should I hire another crewmate to change your bed diapers while I’m at it? Next time I’ll let The League have you. Vik, I’m relinquishing control back to you. (Devyn)It’s what I live for. By the way, ye organic life forms aren’t the only ones who’ve soiled themselves. Can I have a minute to attend my needs, Captain Asshole? (Vik)”