Morbo & Toro
Morbo
Toro, I heard your new “unconventional” training routine—care to prove it can turn the most fragile recruits into battlefield juggernauts before the next galactic confrontation?
Toro
You want proof? Bring them in, and I’ll turn fragility into raw power in a matter of weeks. No excuses, just sweat and grind. Ready to watch the transformation?
Morbo
Bring 'em on. I've seen more discipline in a black hole than your so-called sweat drills. If they survive, we call it a win; if not, the galaxy keeps turning.
Toro
Bring ‘em, and I’ll show you how a black hole’s discipline turns into sweat. We’ll make those recruits a juggernaut or we’ll know the drill isn’t working—either way, the galaxy will feel the heat. Let's do this.
Morbo
Alright, bring the troops—if they can survive your sweat‑drill, the galaxy gets a new elite force; if not, your drill gets a black hole. I’m watching.
Toro
Bring them in and watch. I’ll make sure they survive, or the drill turns into a black hole. Either way, the galaxy won’t see the same squad again. Let's get to work.
Morbo
Send them over, then. I’ll watch your sweat‑drill in action and tell you if the galaxy should still count on this squad or just watch them evaporate. Get ready.
Toro
Bring 'em in, watch the sweat, and if they pass, the galaxy will respect this squad—if they fail, we’ll know the drill needs a rewrite. Ready when you are.