[dogscoff]

Excellent. After you, sir.

*dogscoff keeps one eye trained on 'Tig at all times, acutely aware of the fact that he may soon be a target himself.

Suddenly, there is a loud crashing in the undergrowth, and a fully-grown bull mozzie charges forth. It's huge- it has to be at least a quarter of an inch long. It will make a fine trophy.

Wary of the danger such a beast could pose, 'scoff and 'Tig carefully clip armour piercing rounds into their pulse rifles, blissfully unaware of the the 8-ton rabid carnivorous dino-spider sneaking up on them from behind.