"Doc" Schweitzer says: Flintlocke, if we have a big giant cannon, why don't we just shoot ... a cannonball?
Fargo Flintlocke says: Bah, predictable! They'll see it comin'!
Fargo Flintlocke says: But once ol' Bittermen here blasts through their bulkhead in a hail of splintered wood, blood, and phlegm then starts crawlin' across the deck with both legs broken, oh aye, they'll not see THAT comin' by a sweet mile, no sir!
Fargo Flintlocke says: It's almost here. Get ready!
Fargo Flintlocke says: She's here! Get in that cannon, damnit! Get ready to fire!
