Book 1/Page 20/Transcript
Stanley the Plaid: Just tell me this.
Suppose you had to defend a single city on a mountain against an army that outnumbers you ten to one.
Wanda Firebaugh: Or twenty-five to one.
Stanley the Plaid: Shut up, Wanda.
Stanley the Plaid: What would you do?
Parson Gotti: Any number of things.
Depending on any number of other things.
Stanley the Plaid: Oh come on, quit hedging.
Parson Gotti: I can't be specific.
Asymmetric warfare depends a lot on overlooked details.
Stanley the Plaid: Oh.
Parson Gotti: It's something I've studied a lot, lately.
It might be winnable, or survivable, if I knew the details.
Parson Gotti: ...What?
Or another suitably respectful term, when addressing your master.
Parson Gotti: Oh.
Well, where I'm from, the highest term of respect is... "tool."
Stanley the Plaid: What?!
Stanley the Plaid: Is it?!
I've been on a quest for the tools of the Titans, all this time.
Wanda Firebaugh: Yeeeess...
Stanley the Plaid: I have a higher calling!
Tool. From now on, everyone addresses me as "Tool!"
Wanda Firebaugh: Yes, Tool.
Here begins the holy reign of Stanley the Tool!
Stanley the Tool: Long live me!
Parson Gotti: Hey... Did you really mean the 25 to 1, though?
Wanda Firebaugh: You'll only say that word again.