Urpgor: Why must I always deliver my creations into the hands of halfwits who can hardly remember their own names?
Mike Batt: Higher than the Moon/ Hazy like a beautiful illusion/ crazy and in confusion/ and better than a Dream.
Frizz: Nice view of the sea, Sarge. Two little islands. And one of them's coming towards us. Now it's rising up out of the water, sarge.
Nug: And it's got one eye... Aaaaaaaargh!
Frizz: Aaaaaaaaaargh!
