Chief Warlord Parson Gotti: So everything we have depends on one, extremely vulnerable unit.
But we haven't veiled that unit, because...?
Jack Snipe: Because she believes it isn't her Fate to perish here.
Chief Warlord Parson Gotti: In other words, because she's crazy and nobody stands up to her.
Put a cheap baffle on your stack, at least. Do it now.
Jack Snipe: Aye.
Chief Warlord Parson Gotti: And yet, Jetstone hasn't attacked her yet.
And that's because...?
Jack Snipe: Foghat. Fool for the city.
Because... it wouldn't be Noble.
Chief Warlord Parson Gotti: Right, because the enemy is crazy too.
Jack Snipe: Indeed. As a sane man, you are badly outnumbered again, my good Lord.
Perhaps you should defect, and join us all.
Chief Warlord Parson Gotti: Mn. Yeah.
You're sure they won't attack before parleying?
I mean they completely have us.
Jack Snipe: Yes. And that is why.
Jack Snipe: They will offer you some perfunctory, unacceptable surrender terms.
When you refuse, they will feel justified in shooting us all down.
Chief Warlord Parson Gotti: Like what terms?
Jack Snipe: Oh, offering Lord Stanley the chance to disband us first.
Or perhaps offering to buy us all from him for ten Schmuckers?
An insult-to-injury sort of thing, masquerading as mercy.
Chief Warlord Parson Gotti: Okay.
Well... then that's when we get them.
Jack Snipe: When we get them, Lord?
Chief Warlord Parson Gotti: Yeah.
I do see an exploit here. But we need Wanda alive.
Chief Warlord Parson Gotti: It involves turning this battle into a food fight.
Jack Snipe: I see. Well! Bravo, Lord!
T'was a splendidly speedy defection.