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Z:
So these termites, they're, they're pushovers, right?

Barbatus:
Not really, kid. They're five times our size, and they shoot acid from their foreheads.

Z:
Huh?!

[Z stops marching, gaping in disbelief. As the next rank of soldiers comes up behind him, a soldier gives Z a shove.]

Soldier:
Hey! Keep it movin', shorty!

[Later, as the ant army is marching towards the termites' nest]

Z:
So, what exactly does our platoon do? Are we gonna be serving beverages, or processing paperwork?

Barbatus:
Our platoon has the best assignment of all. We're the first into battle.

[...]

Z:
[panicked] Hey, wait a minute, let's not get... we're being too hasty here! These guys sound like bruisers! Just how were you figuring on beating them?!

Barbatus:
Superior numbers, kid. Overwhelm their defenses, and kill their queen.

Z:
[stammering] I, um... Hey, fellas, that's... you're being a little extreme, I feel. Why don't... why don't we just try and influence their political process with campaign contributions?

Barbatus:
[laughing] I like you, kid. You got a sense of humor!

Ant Officer:
Companies! Forward!

Barbatus:
Come on! Let's kick some termite butt!