Andromeda2000

Rommie:
Nice flying, Tyr. If I ate food, you'd be wearing it.

Tyr Anasazi:
Lovely image. And they say AIs have no poetry in their souls.

Rommie:
Nope, no poetry, but we're hell on wheels with a dirty limerick. Wanna hear one? There once was a man from Nan...

[machine beeps, revealing a system full of High Guard ships]

Tyr Anasazi:
What do you see?

Rommie:
Poetry.