Fielding: Killed? Nah, we don't kill any more. Oh we used to, before you was born. Hell, before your daddy was born. Back when war was a filthy slaughterhouse and men were screaming bleeding things. Good old days, eh? But no one's killed any more. Eliminated, yeah. Degraded, you bet. Suppressed, impacted, taken out. But blips on a radar screen cannot be killed.