"This is great!" Broadband asides. "Seriously, I wish I had popcorn! ...Y'know, if I could eat popcorn..."
"Captain, just humor the guy, come on," Flyby chuckles.
Topside sighs again. "Fine."
"Aside from the damage to our starboard side and the drunk lunatic harassing the bridge crew, on top of the crazy Decepticon splinter group dogging us constantly- with the help of a spy, no less- and the reality the fate of our god and entire species, we're green."
"I dunno, that sounds more like a deep yellow to me, sir," Broadband comments.
Shatterpoint nods. He activates his communicator, and orders Ironsight to report to the war room.