Denim: Sir, are you sure we can handle this turkey?
Pocket: We'll strip it of its skin, and pare it down to the bones.
Denim: It sounds like quite a demolition job. I wonder if I'm up to it.
Pocket: Yes, I have been rather soft on you lately.
Denim: Couldn't we just blast it into nonexistence.
Pocket: What? And not revel in the carnage?
Denim: You're right, sir. Everyone needs a good hack-and-slash battle now and then.
Pocket: Think of it as utterly conquering your enemy, Cadet.
Denim: That would definitely give me something to be thankful for.
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