Commander Bob:
Greetings...oh. It is you, Savior-Of-Alien-Ships.

Admiral Johnson:
*blush*

Commander Bob:
Johnson! What did we talk about earlier? Control your cheeks!

Commander Bob:
Anyways. It is good to see you. The cursed feathered rat has struck again.

Commander Bob:
Our ship has crashed. This is unfathomable.

Lincoln:
LA LALA LAAAAAAA! OH HO HO! Come, Cawdingbird, breathe deeply of the fresh air!

Commander Bob:
*GASP* THE FEATHERED RAT!!! IT APPEARS ONCE AGAIN!