BRIGADIER: What the blazes is that? Some kind of ornament?

YATES: Not exactly, sir. Watch.

(Yates throws a rock at Bok, who zaps it into atoms.)

BRIGADIER: Yes, I see what you mean. Never mind, we'll soon fix him. Jenkins!

JENKINS: Sir.

BRIGADIER: Chap with the wings there. Five rounds rapid.

(No effect, of course.)