IONT *Two slaves slave away at their slavish tasks*
Sarah: Damn, i wish there were androids to do this work for me.
Laramie: Keep it down Sarah. If we get caught talking we're dead. You remember what happened to Baby Rupert.
Sarah: You're right; it took me weeks to pump the mayonnaise from his ears. We best keep our complaints to ourselves.
Evil Guard 1: *Whips them* Shut up you filthy fish
*Whips twice* It doesn't matter as long as you can still produce our vital spaceship components.
Sarah: I don't see how air fresheners are of any importance to an inter-galactic warship
Evil Guard 1: No importance?! No Importance!? How do you expect us to conquer the universe if our cockpits don't smell minty fresh.
Evil Guard 1: Now get back to work. I don't pay you to stand around and gab about star ships.
Sarah: You don't pay us at all
