Biff leans into a video screen and smiles.

BIFF:
> There you are, Corporal Sprite! Did you get all of that in your *magic box*?

SPRITE:
> *Magnabox* at the ready, sir. Actually, it's a *Fony Handyscam*.

BIFF:
> Then *on my mark* -- *commence playback*!

We now watch a series of video images, as Baughb inspects the trainees. Biff narrates.

BIFF:
> First, the *recruits* -- Baughb helps things along by calling out the *weakest link*...

> The *imp* and the *dwarf* are *outsiders*. Baughb figures they must be *unemployed mercenaries*.

> Meaning they are perhaps *competent*, if not *talented*. The *big elf* is, well, *big*. Used to using his *weight*.

> Next, a father and son team? Dear old dad looks *timid*, but that means *defense* and *evasion*.

> That leaves *gladiator*, here. Smug, lazy, and overloaded with way too-heavy armor and sword.

Now we watch as Filis prepares to take down wiseguy elf.

> See? General Filis *approves*. She's really *digging* the boss and his *brains* these days.

> So here comes *Julius Seizure*. Notice how he has to drag that *sword*. It's an *anchor*.

> He falls for the bait and thinks he's going to be rewarded just for showing up, despite warnings.

> Filis runs by him. The dope *lets* her, thinking about that *kiss*. She feints behind him.

> He looks to his left, expecting to see her emerge from behind him. Instead, she steps *back*.

>And *that's* when the *real* fun begins...