[Gymnasium]

(People on treadmills, lifting weights, stretching. Boimler and Rutherford are in Anbo-jyutsu protective armour. See ST:TNG for details.)
BOIMLER: Shaxs has the gym in 20, but we should have time for a quick round.
MARINER: you guys gonna go 'anbo? Can I get in on that?
BOIMLER: Sure. More the merrier. Three months of midnight practice is finally gonna pay off. Can't wait to see the look on her face.

[Anbo-jyutsu arena]

MARINER: Glad you're still into this. I was worried maybe I came down too hard on you last time.
RUTHERFORD: Hopefully we picked up a few of your moves.
MARINER: Nothing like some friendly Anbo-jyutsu to work up a sweat.
(Visors down, buzzer sounds. Mariner gets knocked down. 1:0)
BOIMLER: Ha. We've been training on the holodeck at night.
RUTHERFORD: You might want to take off the kid gloves.
(Mariner is bloodied, with a tooth missing.)
BOTH: Oh. Ah...
BOIMLER: Are you okay? I didn't mean...
MARINER: I'm great. I can finally get in a real workout.
BOTH: Er...
(And get their backsides kicked all the way to the Andromeda Galaxy. Shaxs enters.)
BOIMLER: Oh, God. No, no, no, no. Ah. Ah. Put the kid gloves on. Put the kid gloves on. Shaxs. Help.
SHAXS: Don't worry about me, I'm early. You've still got ten minutes.

[Frylon IV]

(In a forest lit by floating somethings while lightning rages, a pair of Denobulans are examining the flora.)
DENOBULAN: Well, if raktajino makes you all jumpy, then just switch to human coffee.
DENOBULAN 2: Eh, I tried, but it's too weak.
(Growling)
DENOBULAN: Shh. Did you hear something?
(Something runs past.)
DENOBULAN: Ah. Ah, ah, ah, ah.
(A twig snaps)
BOTH: Ah!
(A big furry primate with a single curved horn coming out the top of its skull rears over them. They puff out their faces then run.)
FREEMAN [OC]: Captain's log, stardate 58036.4. The Cerritos is en route to Frylon IV to investigate the reported sighting of a mugato, a dangerous creature not indigenous to this planet.

[Briefing room]

RANSOM: Poisonous, carnivorous, strength of ten men. Huh, sounds like my ex.
FREEMAN: I can't believe we pulled another animal control op. As if there weren't more important jobs for us to do.
SHAXS: The bio-electrical signatures on Frylon has made it difficult to pinpoint life signs, but with boots on the ground, we'll find her.

[Lounge]

(The injured Rutherford and Boilmer have resorted to a board game.)
RUTHERFORD: Let's see, hmm, hmm, hmm. What about... a ten percent gratuity on a biannual basis?
BOIMLER: Hmm, worth considering.
MARINER: What up?
BOTH: Ah.
MARINER: Wow, flinch much? Hey, work later. Let's hit the phaser range. I need moving targets.
BOIMLER: This isn't work, we're playing Diplomath.
RUTHERFORD: And we're at a crucial point in the negotiation. We're both about to lose!
MARINER: Why is that good?
BOIMLER: If both sides are equally unsatisfied with the negotiation, you can close the deal. Ready for final offers? Eh, I don't like it.
RUTHERFORD: I guess I can live with that.
BOTH: That's a compromise!
(High fives.)
MARINER: Oh, boy. I'd say you guys should take up a less-embarrassing hobby, but it might be too late.
(At the bar.)
RUTHERFORD: Honus. Can we get two more?
BOIMLER: Yeah, maybe with some pain reliever mixed in?
HONUS: Ah, yeah. Not surprised you fellas need a drink after talkin' with that powder keg friend of yours.
RUTHERFORD: Huh? You talking about Mariner?
HONUS: If'n that's her real name. Haven't you boys ever wondered how she's able to kick so much ass and get away with whatever she wants?
BOIMLER: eR, 'cause her mom's the captain and she practices kicking a lot?
RUTHERFORD: Usually on us.
HONUS: Workin' the bar, I hear a lot of inside information. Your friend is a specially trained secret agent for Starfleet black ops.
(Both laugh.)
BOIMLER: Yeah, right, okay, man.
RUTHERFORD: Shut up, Honus.
HONUS: I'm telling you, they made her into a killing machine. The perfect weapon.
BOIMLER: We spend all of our time with Mariner. Pretty sure we'd know if she was the perfect weapon. Most of the time she's napping.
HONUS: Of course she does. Captain's daughter, friends with the softest guys on the ship? it's the perfect cover. Haven't you ever noticed that she seems to know every fightin' style?
RUTHERFORD: She is a master of Anbo-jyutsu.
BOIMLER: Look, we may be soft, but we're not gullible.
HONUS: Just watch out. When her back's against the wall, that's when the training kicks in. She's programmed to protect herself at all costs. All costs.
(Mariner uses a dagger to stab between her fingers, then throws it in the air and downs her drink before it jabs into the table.)
BOIMLER: Okay, buddy, you heard wrong.
HONUS: I bet they didn't believe the rumours on the Atlantis either, until it was too late and they were all...
MANAGER [OC]: Honus, could you get back to work? Billups is still waiting on his peach daiquiri.
HONUS: Ah, keep your pips on, Billups.
BOIMLER: That guy's so full of it.
RUTHERFORD: Yeah, right? As if Starfleet would ever hide a black ops agent on one of their own ships.
BOIMLER: Yeah. I mean, Starfleet Intelligence does it. And Tuvok did it when he'D infiltrated the Maquis. And there were a ton during the Dominion War. But on the Cerritos? Yeah, right.
RUTHERFORD: Yeah, right...

[Sickbay]

(An alarm sounds)
TENDI: Oh. Looks like we have a spike in the subcortical.
NURSE: Let's move, people. I need 30 cc's of desalinated paviatic fluid.
NURSE 2: On it.
TENDI: Er, technically, that's my patient.
NURSE: Clear the area!
TENDI: That's fine. I...
T'ANA: Ensign Tendi, my office.
TENDI: I'm sorry, Doctor, I know you said I need to be more assertive, I just...
T'ANA: Okay, okay, whatever. This is a list of crew who've avoided their annual physicals.
TENDI: But why? The biometric scan is non-invasive.
T'ANA: Eh, some freaks hate being reduced to a set of readings. I need you to hunt them down and scan their asses. You got what it takes?
TENDI: Yes! Thank you for this opportunity. I won't let you down.

[Repair shop]

BOIMLER: So I was reading up on the mugatos. Did you know they have alternative pronunciations? Mogatu, mugutu, and gumato. Isn't that neat and inconsistent?
RUTHERFORD: Mmm.
BOIMLER: Dude, I'm talking alien pronunciations here. That's like your favourite thing. What's up?
RUTHERFORD: Check this out.
BOIMLER: Mariner's record? Don't tell me you actually believe that bartender.
RUTHERFORD: Mariner has served on a lot of ships.
BOIMLER: Because she's always getting demoted.
RUTHERFORDl Yeah. That's what she says. Look. When she served on the Atlantis, half the crew mysteriously vanished.
BOIMLER: I'm sure it was just a reassignment.
RUTHERFORD: A hundred reassignments? Plus, there's nothing in the logs about it. Just one day, poof, all gone.
BOIMLER: That is weird. You don't think she had anything to do with it?
MARINER: Who to do with what?
(Both scream. Boimler's tricorder goes flying and she catches it one-handed.)
MARINER: Whoa. You guys see that? What's got you so jumpy?
BOIMLER: Just excited to see a mugato.
MARINER: Oh, you would be. Just stay out of my way down there. Or else.
BOTH: Ah!
RUTHERFORD: Or else what?
MARINER: I don't know. We'll get poisoned by a mugato. You guys are so weird sometimes.

[Bridge]

(Storm Alert comes up on the viewscreen.)
FREEMAN: Shaxs, our sensors indicate a storm moving in. You've got less than 22 minutes...

[Transporter room]

FREMAN [OC]: ..before we lose comms.
SHAXS: Copy that, Captain. You all got the briefing. No weapons. These mugutus are endangered, and their genitals are sensitive to phaser fire.

[Frylon IV]

SHAXS: All right, fan out. This is where we detected a gumato life sign.
(So they walk in single file. A little further on...)
SHAXS: Ah, what have we here? (sniffs) Mugato dung.
(He tastes it.)
BOIMLER: Ew.
SHAXS: Fresh. Tangy.
(Mariner gags. Walking on.)
RUTHERFORD: She doesn't seem dangerous. I think we're being silly billies.
BOIMLER: Even if Mariner was black ops, which she is not, that bartender said she'd only flip out if her back was against the wall. This is just one random mugato, we're fine.
(Shaxs is running ahead, and leaps onto another huge pile of dung to taste it.)
MARINER: Yo, it's pretty clear we're going in the right direction. You don't have to... (gags) Oh.
SHAXS: Mmm-hmm.
(A little further on, a big-lobed biped wearing a mugato skin is shaking hands with a skinny person by a shuttlecraft.)
SHAXS: Ferengi.
(Another snatches a baby from its parent, using their energy whip. The parent is driven into a cage.
KYNK: Clear them out, fools. I need to show off the fresh merchandise.
HYDE: I'll take a dozen horns. Are they horns or tusks?
KYNK: They're whatever you want them to be, as long as your latinum's gold-pressed.
MARINER: They're harvesting these animals.
BOIMLER: Boimler to Cerritos.
RUTHERFORD: Look, they've got a signal dampener. It's jamming this whole area.
MARINER: Looks like we're on our own.
SHAXS: Just how I like it, backs against the wall.
RUTHERFORD: I think we should retreat and...
SHAXS: Let's move.
(Shaxs leads the charge.)
FERENGI: Starfleet!
(And gets flattened.)
SHAXS: Ferengi poachers, you are violating the conservation laws of Federation space.
KYNK: Oh, this is Federation space? I didn't know that. Did you know that?
HYDE: Oh, thank the maker you're here. I was being attacked by these...
SHAXS: You were purchasing illegal horns. Stand down and prepare to be searched.
KYNK: Hey, no need for all this. We're licensed businessmen.
SHAXS: Oh, really? You have a permit?
KYNK: Yes, a permit to whip you.
(But the energy whip hits a stanchion, and causes havoc with the forcefields penning in the mugatoes. An alarm sounds.)
MARINER: Mugato stampede.
SHAXS: Take cover.
(The shuttlecraft takes off. Boimler and Rutherford hide from the carnage.)
BOIMLER: Ah! What do we do?
RUTHERFORD: I don't know. Where's Shaxs?
(They see Mariner stab Shaxs and then bite him.)
BOIMLER: No. Aah... It's real. She's going to kill us.
(They run.)
RUTHERFORD: But there's mugatos out there.
BOIMLER: Yeah, but she's in here.

[Bridge]

BARNES: Captain, we have an unknown ship leaving the planet's orbit. One occupant.
FREEMAN: Hail them.
HYDE [on viewscreen]: Leave me alone. I don't have any horns.
FREEMAN: What? I just want to know if you encountered our away team.
HYDE [on viewscreen]: Not interested. Don't hail me again.
FREEMAN: Oh, wha...? Put a tractor beam on that ship. I think we need to have a little chat.
BARNES: Captain, his ship... the hull's integrity's failing.
FREEMAN: What the... Emergency transport, now.
HYDE: What in the name of... My ship.
(Has exploded.)
FREEMAN: I said the tractor beam.
TACTICAL OFFICER: It was, Captain. At the lowest tractor factor.
HYDE: My whole life was on that ship. What have you done?

[Frylon IV]

BOIMLER: We need to get out of range of their signal dampeners, put some distance between us and Mariner, and contact the ship.
RUTHERFORD: Was she eating Shaxs? That's freakin' crazy, man, that's just...
(A mugato appears.)
BOTH: Go!
(They hide among a tree's roots. Someone grabs them. The mugato leaves.)
PATINGI: (an Australian Tellarite?) Shh, shh. Easy, mates. You're safe with me.
BOIMLER: Great. Er, who are you?
PATINGI: I'm Patingi. The renowned biologist? I have five books on mugatos.
BOIMLER: For real? Can you help us get out of here?
PATINGI: Of course, mates. I've been studying these beautiful mooga-toes for years. I'll walk you right to safety.
RUTHERFORD: Oh, you're the best, Patingi.
PATINGI: I know. Come on. Stay low. Follow me.
(He makes mugato noises.)
RUTHERFORD: Man, Patingi rules.
BOIMLER: Right?

[Corridor]

TENDI: Hi, Lieutenant. Sorry to bother you, but it says here that you haven't come in for your annual physical?
STEVENS: Er, I'm pretty busy. I'll get to it when I get to it.
TENDI: Well, actually, time is of the essence, and...
STEVENS: I said I'm busy.
(He goes into the lounge.)

[Frylon IV]

BOIMLER: Patingi, are we gonna be in your next book?
PATINGI: Hmm? Oh no, I don't write, mate. I've read five books on moo-goes.
BOIMLER: Wait. What?
PATINGI: Yeah, I figured I knew enough to walk amongst them. See? I'm like one of their own.
(A mugato grabs Patingi and bites his head off.)
BOTH: Aah. Patingi.
(Boimler and Rutherford run to a cliff edge, and Boimler knocks Rutherford over. He follows.)

[Lounge]

STEVENS: (slurring) I'm really committed to fitness. I spot Ransom, like, all the time. We're really good pals. Lemme get another... Wha?
(Tendi picks up his glass.)
TENDI: Thank you for the DNA scan, Lieutenant. Ooh, it says here you should be drinking more milk because your bones are so weak.
(His lady companion giggles.)
STEVENS: Hey, don't listen to her, I'm as strong as... Oh God, my hip. Stevens to T'Ana. Emergency transport.

[Frylon IV]

BOIMLER: If we ever get off this planet, we'll have to turn in Mariner, won't we?
RUTHERFORD: Yeah. Feels bad, reporting anyone in Starfleet, much less a friend.
BOIMLER: Was she our friend? Or were we just cover for...
RUTHERFORD: Shh.
(Two mugato approach.)
BOIMLER: Quick. In there.
(A hollow log.)
BOIMLER: Ah. What are they doing? Oh, God, they're mating.
(The mugato use the log to aid in various pleasing positions. It tilts down into a stream.)
RUTHERFORD: Ah... We're gonna drown.
BOIMLER: Come on, come on.
(They start to sneak out when...)
BOIMLER: Crap. Another one. Oh, this could get violent if he tries to assert dominance.
RUTHERFORD: Is he asserting?
BOIMLER: No. I... I think he likes to watch.

[Corridor]

TENDI: All right, who's next?
(Ens Jet Mannhaver, who is distracted by Tendi's tricorder whilst doing judo with Kayshon. Chief Lars Lundy is on the holodeck, surfing with a woman on his shoulders when Tendi swoops in on a hang glider and they wipe out. Finally, Patient 08.019.)
TENDI: Ah. Who are you?

[Frylon IV]

(Night.)
BOIMLER: Okay, they wore themselves out.
RUTHERFORD: Urgh, gross. Even the watcher.
(Walking.)
RUTHERFORD: Do you think the captain knows Mariner's undercover?
BOIMLER: Probably her idea.
RUTHERFORD: Oh, man, so the mom-and-daughter thing was all an act.
BOIMLER: We were so stupid not to see it.
RUTHERFORD: Wait. Watch it. Mugato trap.
MARINER: Hi.
BOTH: Ah! Run.
MARINER: What the hell are you two doing?
(And gets her foot stuck in the forcedome trap.)
MARINER: Guys, quick. The Ferengi are coming. You've gotta get me out of here so...
BOIMLER: So you can eat us, just like Shaxs?
MARINER: What?!
BOIMLER: We saw it, Mariner, back there at the compound.
MARINER: Shaxs was stung by a mugato.
RUTHERFORD: Yeah, and you stabbed him and licked his blood. They really messed you up good in that lab.
MARINER: I had to suck the venom out. What lab?
BOIMLER: We know what you really are.
MARINER: Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Did you find out that I'm a black ops secret agent?
BOIMLER: You aren't even hiding it?
RUTHERFORD: Section 31.
MARINER: I am not a spy, guys.
BOIMLER: Then how did you know?
MARINER: Because I started that rumour.
RUTHERFORD: Yeah, right. More black ops lies.
MARINER: No, really, that was me. Look, I like having a mystique.
BOIMLER: Even if we did believe you, how do you explain the Atlantis? Half the crew disappeared with no explanation.
RUTHERFORD: Did you eat them?
MARINER: The Atlantis? No, everyone got Kerplickian lice. Of course Starfleet Command didn't put it in the official records. Do you know how embarrassing it is to lose a starship to lice?
RUTHERFORD: Why are you so good at martial arts?
MARINER: Because it's a sport I can practice on my own, because on every ship, I never have friends who... Wait, you... you looked up my records? You guys, you thought I was an undercover killer?
(They throw tricorders at her.)
MARINER: Ow. What the hell?.
RUTHERFORD: Oh, I thought you just...
BOIMLER: Because before you did, and it was like you were a ninja.
RUTHERFORD: ..might catch the tricorder...
MARINER: Yeah, but... That's all it took is a lucky catch?
BOIMLER: You shouldn't have started that rumour. I mean, kill anything in her way? Why would you want people to think that?
MARINER: Because it keeps jerks away from me. But I can't believe you guys would ever believe that. You're my best friends.
RUTHERFORD: I... I think we believed because that part made sense.
BOIMLER: That a badass like you wouldn't really be friends with guys like us.
MARINER: Aw, guys, I... Oh, crap. It's too late. Hide.
(Boimler works on the trap.)
RUTHERFORD: We're not leaving you.
MARINER: The Ferengi got everyone else. It's up to you guys.
BOIMLER: But what do we do?
MARINER: You have to be the black ops super spies. Kick their asses.
(The Ferengi get out of their vehicle.)
KYNK: Ah, what a catch. Take her.

[Sickbay]

(Tendi is searching the databases for the mystery patient.)
T'ANA: Any luck with those physicals?
TENDI: I'm almost done. Just one holdout left.
T'ANA: Really? I'm impressed, Ensign.
TENDI: This last one, it's weird. It's not even a name, it's just a serial number.
T'ANA: Ah. Well, probably just an error in the system.
TENDI: It's almost as if someone erased their information.
T'ANA: Yeah, I mean, there's always one that slips through the cracks. We've wasted enough time on this. Come on.
TENDI: Oh, I just really wanted to finish this job for you.
T'ANA: Enough. Go back to your station, Ensign.
(Tendi spots that the reference number on Doctor T'Ana's office is 08.019.)
TENDI: Ah. That number. You're the last holdout?
T'ANA: Congratulations. You got me.
TENDI: I... I just don't understand. Why not just get your exam?
T'ANA: You want me to see a doctor? I am the doctor! When I picked you for this job, I was counting on you to give up.
TENDI: Maybe the old Tendi was a pushover, but a lot's changed since slightly earlier today.
T'ANA: All right, let's just get this over with.
(Then throws her lab coat over Tendi and runs off.)
TENDI: Get back here. Bad Doctor T'Ana. Bad.
(The chase goes through the shuttle bay and Jefferies tubes.)

[Ready room]

FREEMAN: Mister Hyde, while we can't replace your ship, I can offer you one of our shuttlecrafts. I think that's more than fair.
HYDE: Hmm...
RANSOM: Er, Captain, don't you think Starfleet would frown on that?
FREEMAN: We're helping a traveLler in need. We'll just tell them we lost the shuttle in a black hole.
RANSOM: Wouldn't be the first.
HYDE: Oh, I had so many personal items aboard the Ladyjanetoo, that could never be replaced. We're talking rare antiques.
FREEMAN: Like what?
HYDE: Oh, an old model sailing ship, a nautilus shell, bronze pineapple, little Gorn doll.
FREEMAN: These hold special meaning to me.
HYDE: Well, I guess we have similar taste.

[Ferengi outpost]

(Boimler and Rutherford tail-gate the vehicle in through the forcefield without being noticed.)
BOIMLER: I wish Mariner was a super soldier.
RUTHERFORD: Or if only we had special powers.
BOIMLER: Wait, we do. I mean, maybe not here, but here.
RUTHERFORD: Our skin.
BOIMLER: Our brains.
RUTHERFORD: Brains, right. It's our brains. Brains are inside of our skins.
(They slip into a store and get some pieces of metal.)

[Jefferies tube]

T'ANA [OC]: I treat over different species on this ship. I think I'd know if I'm healthy.
TENDI: Then just let me scan you.
T'ANA [OC]: I don't need a second opinion.
(Tendi tries to jump down onto T'Ana, but misses.)
TENDI: Ah!My arm. It's broken.
T'ANA: Oh nice, the old fake an injury thing? Yeah, I'm not gonna fall for... Oh, sh**. God, kid, I'm sorry. This is all my...
(Even with bone sticking out of her arm, Tendi still scans T'Ana.)
TENDI: Got ya.
(And passes out.)
T'ANA: Well played. That was actually kinda quick. I don't know why I made such a big thing of it.

[Ferengi outpost]

MARINER: You know you guys can just replicate stuff, right? Like the... the stuff you buy with latinum, you could just replicate. You guys are dumb.
KYNK: If we're so dumb, then how did we capture you, human?
MARINER: You guys are what, some creepy throwback, Last Outpost style Ferengi? You ever heard of Quark?
KYNK: Of course I've heard of Quark.
(The door crashes open. Rutherford has a bazooka-style thing balanced on his shoulder. Kynk rolls into a ball.)
KYNK: Starfleet!
RUTHERFORD; Hey, Ferengi. We've got a little somethin' for ya.
BOIMLER: May we present... a cost/benefit analysis for greater long-term profits.
(The bazooka is a holo-projector.)
RUTHERFORD: What if I told you you could earn 150% more latinum with live mugatos rather than dead ones?
KYNK: Stay your whip. What do you propose?
BOIMLER: Well... by ending the sale or slaughter of the mugato while putting an investment in the conversion of this place into more of a mugato preserve...
RUTHERFORD: Your long-term revenue streams will come to include ticket prices, merchandise, concessions... the whole gumato.
(The Ferengi confer.)
SHAXS: Oh Mariner, what's happening?
MARINER: Those two beautiful, nerdy men are negotiating us to safety using the power of math.
KYNK: It is a more time-consuming effort than our current operation, but I can't argue with the profit margin. Though I don't love releasing captives.
RUTHERFORD: Well, technically we really should be apprehending you for attacking members of Starfleet, so...
BOIMLER: If we're both unhappy, that means we've reached...
BOTH: A compromise.
MARINER: Compromise.

[Sickbay]

T'ANA: Mugutu venom can have latent effects, so I'll need to check on you later. In your quarters. Prrr. I just got my physical. I could heal you all night.
(Tendi's arm has finished healing when the next patient's alarm goes off.)
NURSE: Okay, people. It's go time.
TENDI: No, I've got this. Gimme 20 cc's of space, all right?
T'ANA: Now that's confidence. You really showed me something today, kid.
TENDI: Thank you, Doctor.
T'ANA: But this isn't your patient, so get the f*** out of our way.
TENDI: Yes, Doctor.

[Ready room]

FREEMAN: Leaving the Frylon system now. Oh, you're gonna love this. We made contact with a group of eco-friendly Ferengi.
ADMIRAL [on screen]: Really?
FREEMAN: Apparently they're looking to nurture abandoned mugato. Setting up a whole preserve. Very noble.
ADMIRAL [on screen]: That's outstanding. Oh, before you go, you haven't had any recent ship accidents, have you?
FREEMAN: Er, er, no, nothing here.
ADMIRAL [on screen]: Okay, good. We've had some reports of a scam being run in that sector. Junk ship will purposefully self-destruct and try to pin it on Starfleet.
FREEMAN: We'll be sure to look out for that.
ADMIRAL [on screen]: Did you redecorate? Something looks different.
(An empty shelf.)

[Shuttlecraft]

(Grabbed in a tractor beam.)
FREEMAN: Way I see it, you can either pay for your crimes in a Federation penal colony, or we can pretend you never pulled this little stunt, and you can do some good for a change.
HYDE [on viewscreen]: What do you mean, good?

[Kynk's Mugatoland]

KYNK: We need to get all this dung out of here so we can set up a gift shop.
FERENGI: We're going to be rich.
(Hyde sighs)
KYNK: From now on, we work for the mugatos. This place has to be a horned heaven.
HYDE: Oh.

[Lounge]

(Mariner is trying out Diplomath.)
RUTHERFORD: No, you only reveal the graph at the end.
MARINER: Well, can you inflate the numbers?
BOIMLER: Ha. Wait, are you being serious?
MARINER: I guess not.
BOIMLER: Sorry we thought you were a secret super spy who was ready to kill us, by the way.
RUTHERFORD: In retrospect, it probably would have come up before.
MARINER: And I'm sorry I spread a rumour and made you feel like you weren't my equals, because today you were the badasses. I guess I kick ass one way, and you guys do it another.
BOIMLER: Thanks, Mariner.
MARINER: So what is happening in this game? Are we almost at a compromise?
BOIMLER: No, not even close. Do you even understand how to play this at all?
MARINER: I... I guess I don't. I'm gonna go grab another round.
BOIMLER: How is she kicking our asses so hard?
RUTHERFORD: I don't know, but we gotta make sure she never finds out.
HONUS: What can I get you, Mariner?
MARINER: Three of the same. Hey. You see those two guys back there? Those are the Mugato Twins. Fought off a dozen mugatos barehanded. Then they ground up their mugato horns, snorted 'em, and acquired strange powers.
HONUS: Whoa. Well, your secret's safe with me.
MANAGER [OC]: Honus. Are you kidding me? I needed those limes yesterday. For real, man, if you don't want to work at the bar, don't work at the bar.