“I am not a coward,” snapped Sgt. Widge Gearloose. “I’m a patriot!”

“And you’re mostly back here because you’re tired of being sent to wipe out Malygos loyalists in Moonrest Gardens,” Sgt. Voca Lodestone scoffed. “The Kirin Tor were very clear about their requirements when we …”

“I didn’t know they wanted me to be writing books all the time! I can’t do that! So, instead, they send me off to fight terrorists non-stop!”

“What do you think ‘publish or perish’ means, Widge?”

“Would ye two idjits keep it down?” Ringo Flinthammer panted. “Ye’re throwin’ off me rhythm.”

“Superb!” Drill Sergeant Steamcrank cheered. “You might be the best set of recruits I’ve ever seen! Well, except for you, Flinthammer. I know it’s Brewfest, but don’t show up for drills drunk.”

“Ah ain’t drunk; this is just how Ah dance!”

“Let’s go through all of that again!” Steamcrank snapped. “From the top!”

“Ah’m startin’ ta understand how Gnomeregan was never retaken afore now …”