Guard: STOP!
Tacoba: HMPH!
Guard: I’M IN TROUBLE NOW. BETTER CLOSE THIS THING.
UH OH.
Simon: COME ON, WE CAN CATCH UP TO THE OTHERS IF WE HITCH A RIDE.
Draal: WE HAVE STOW-AWAYS, FATHER.
Tacoba: THAT THIEF HAS MOCKED US ENOUGH. I’LL TAKE CARE OF THIS.
clop
Rumble
Rumble
STAB!
