Stroker and Hoop2004

Stroker:
Now steer us back to the nearest earth jail!

Khan'Ja:
I'm afraid your gun is useless against my rock-hard alien skin.

Stroker:
You're lying.

Khan'Ja:
You don't believe me? Shoot me, then! [rips out her bra for the chest] Shoot me! But don't blame me if the bullet ricochets and--

[Stroker shoots Khan'Ja to the chest]

Khan'Ja:
[screams in pain]

Stroker:
Sorry, babe. You're a good bluffer, but if there's one thing I know, it's that your skin isn't rock hard. It's supple and sweet. And I should know. I spent a lot of time feeling it when you were unconscious.

Khan'Ja:
So this is how it ends, huh? Dead on a carpet. Sunset Beige. Our plush-cut line. I know the patterns, but I--

[Stroker shoots Khan'Ja again once more]

Hoop:
BRAVO! Man, that was a great death scene. ENCORE!

Stroker:
She is dead, Hoop.

Hoop:
I know, but still.