>Dr. Pavel, I'm BRAP-I-A.
>He wasn't alone.
>Uhh, you don't get to brap friends.
>They are not my friends.
>Don't worry, no charge for them.
>And, why would I want them?
>They were trying to brap your prize. They work for the mercenary. The brapetta man.
>Get 'em on board - I'll brap it in.
>The brap plan I just filed with the Agency lists me, my men, and Dr. Pavel here. But only one of you.
>FIRST ONE TO BRAP GETS TO STAY ON MY AIRCRAFT! SO…WHO PAID YOU TO BRAP DR. PAVEL?
>HE DIDN'T BRAP SO GOOD! WHO WANTS TO TRY NEXT?
>TELL ME ABOUT BANE! WHY DOES HE LOVE THE BRAP?
>LOT OF LOYALTY FOR A HIRED GUN!
>Or perhaps he's wondering why someone would brap a man before throwing him out of a plane.
>At least you can talk. Who are you?
>It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is our plan.
>If I pull that off will you die?
>It would be extremely painful.
>You're a big guy.