DOKKAEBI

Transcript:
Dobbs: Alright! Everything looks good from here. Drone is Bingo Fuel. Returning to base-
Dokkaebi: -Hey, Stretch, how’s the weather up there?
Dobbs: What the...? Who the hell is this?
Dokkaebi: You know - you should really consider joining the private sector.
Dokkaebi: You wouldn’t have to debase yourself with that piece-of-shit tin can you’re flying.
Dobbs: Lady, I don’t know what you’re playing at, but you better get off this channel or you’re gonna have the US Government right up your-
Dokkaebi: -I’m not worried about Uncle Sam.
Dokkaebi: He’s too busy auctioning off ‘The American Dream’ piece by piece, to care about little old me.
Dobbs: I’m warning you. Get off-
Dokkaebi: -Lucas Dobbs. Born in Kokomo, Indiana, to Judy and Keith Dobbs on May twenty-fourth, nineteen ninety-five.
Dokkaebi: Wow. Looks like the US Air Force has been a Dobbs family tradition for generations...
Dokkaebi: Aww… too bad you outgrew the opportunity.
Dokkaebi: Literally.
Dobbs: Jokes on you, smartass. I got a lock on your signal. Prepare to-
Dobbs: Wh... What the fuck?
Dokkaebi: Missing something?
Dokkaebi: “Oh no! Where’s my target acquisition? I could have sworn I had it a moment ago.”
Dobbs: How the hell did you-
Dokkaebi: -Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.
Dokkaebi: Oh, and just so you know, I’ve been recording our little chat - it’s gonna be a big hit at the next office party.
Dokkaebi: Better luck next time, Stretch.