My mother was a drop of blood.
My father was a knife.
I thank you for this blessed meal
And new purpose in life.
Tonight I am your humble guest,
I hope you understand,
They compel me to prove my worth
With Father in my hand.
I ask of you to take up arms,
I beg of you to try.
I want to show you all I've got,
Whoever dies will die.
You two are old enough for this talk. I love your father but he's not qualified to give it. Things aren't fair. It's not...
"...hello? Morgan it's. What time is it, good god...slow down, slow down, honey. Where are you? ...okay. I should not have been yo-no, no...
The crew owes 500 holos for bureaucratic fees, needs to find out a way to repair the Long Bones and needs to refuel it....