(The Swat Kats are testing out their new 3-dimensional radar)
T-Bone: Hey, check out that Enforcer chopper.
Razor: (while zooming into the cockpit) Well well, look who's flying. Mr. Personality himself, heh.
T-Bone: Commander Feral. (over the intercom) Hey commander, what're you doing out in this storm, looking for a donut shop?
Commander Feral: (confused) What the.....?
Razor: (laughs) Did you forget to shave this morning, Feral?
Commander Feral: (rubs his chin before angrily slamming his hand onto the cockpit) I don't know how you can see me, but get off my frequency, you clowns. This band is for Enforcer business only.
(The Turbokat flies extremely close to Feral's chopper, startling himself)
Commander Feral: YOU HOTSHOT JERKS. One of these days, I'm going to.......
T-Bone: What a grouch. Why don't you get yourself a nice, prune donut?
Razor: Yeah, that outta relax ya.