BEGIN BATTLESCAPE TACTICAL RECORDING 3-1
Broomy: Autobots, transform and roll out!
Xantalos: ...the hell?
Doktorov: It is nothink. Do not vorry...much.
Ragnarok: I have eyes on one alien. No others in sight so far.
Ragnarok: That's one. Here's to many more!
Broomy: I have come here to kick ass and chew bubblegum... and I'm all out of bubblegum.
Blomberg: Cut the chatter, we're deploying!
Cesare: One just moved!
Xantalos: There's the bastard! We'll get him sooner or later.
Ragnarok: I see two more of the buggers.
Blomberg: Make that three.
Broomy: The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
MaxClone2: You said it, buddy!
Blomberg: Dropping back into cover.
Reginald: Here comes the boom!
Broomy: Bada ba ba ba! I'm lovin' it!
Reginald: ...okay, that killed the moment.
Reginald: Dammit Broomy! You threw my aim off!
MaxClone: It's a broom. Relax.
Reginald: No one told me we gave cleaning implements guns!
Doktorov: Zis vun...is a special case.
Reginald: I'll take your word for it, Doc.
Thomson: What do you see?
Reginald: More alien cannon fodder.
Broomy: We're surrounded. That simplifies our problem of getting to these people and killing them.
Manta: Does its voice change every time it speaks?
Reginald: Lining up another shot.
Reginald: What the hell?
Blomberg: Ah, guys? I can see a lot of aliens...
Ragnarok: We can handle it. Stiff upper lip and all that.
Blomberg: Okay, I'll take a shot or three.
Blomberg: Missed the target. Put some holes in the scenery, though.
Manta: Hey, what's the broom doing?
Broomy: Yippie-ki-yay, motherfucker.
Cesare: Dios mio...
END BATTLESCAPE TACTICAL RECORDING 3-1