Hmm. If you don't even have boob missiles, how am I supposed to believe you, Cyborg Dad?

[She needs a better nickname for him. Let's see. He's a cyborg. And he seems kind of unimpressive.]

I'm going to call you Dad64, okay?

[Like a dad, but with a 64 bit processor. She looks back at the fence, wishing there were boob missiles destroying it right about now.]

Okay. I'm going to crawl under. And when I make sure there are no enemies on the other side, that's when you'll crawl under, too, okay?