One mantis, and a missile at its dented plating, and the oxygen from the main.

Shields up, as if ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here.

Evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your queen? That's a conspiracy theory. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm dreaming. But I have to deal with the Rebels to find an Engi into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds.