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[Starbuck has reactivated a Cylon centurion, who upon awakening unholsters his laser sidearm]

Lt. Starbuck:
I've been in charge of this planet for three days and already I've doubled the population. I hereby declare myself president-elect, if that's all right with you.

Cylon Warrior:
[his voice a mixture of standard Cylon synthesized monotone with an almost human inflection] Die, human.

Lt. Starbuck:
[taking the Centurion's weapon away] Don't be ridiculous. You'd think I'd save you and then let you shoot me? Besides, it doesn't work.

[Starbuck squeezes the trigger on the Cylon weapon, which does not fire]

Lt. Starbuck:
Here, try it.

[Starbuck hands the weapon back to the Centurion, who squeezes the trigger at Starbuck, who is surprised and hastily yanks the weapon out of the Centurion's hand]

Lt. Starbuck:
You really did! Well, how'd you like to end up like those two?

[Starbuck gestures to the two other crippled Cylons from the wreckage of a Cylon raider as the Centurion stands up and stalks menacingly toward Starbuck]

Cylon Warrior:
Human evil.

Lt. Starbuck:
[backing away from the Centurion] Now, now, let's not get hostile.

[Starbuck grabs the control for the Centurion and deactivates him. He then reactivates him. The Centurion lunges toward him again, Starbuck deactivates him, then reactivates him]

Lt. Starbuck:
See? I can turn you off or on, but I don't intend to keep on doing that, not unless you're willing to listen to reason. Is any of this making any sense?

Cylon Warrior:
Turn off, and turn on.

Lt. Starbuck:
Exactly.