Horace: Hey, man, I heard you ran into a little trouble.
Roger: We're driving back from the Flame and we hear this huge explosion. Next thing I know, there's a siren wailing and we're driving through the middle of a shoot out!
Horace: Look, we're having some skirmishes with the natives.
Roger: What do you mean "natives?"
Horace: Well, we're not exactly sure who they are.
Roger: Well, this ain't what I signed up for!
Horace: Roger, I did you a favor, man. You were having trouble finding work and don't forget about Ben. He's getting a quality education.
Roger: I don't give a damn about his education! If I'm gonna get shot at, I want hazard pay.