Quick Dirty Bastards: For All The Lovers Out There

Keats and Bernanke scope out the hit -

Keats: “Stage one of the hit - gathering intel. We have to watch our target closely to learn his habits.”
Bernanke: “What are you using the binoculars for?”
Keats: “Well, looking through, obviously.”
Bernanke: “But you’re casting clairvoyance.”
Keats: “Yes?”
Bernanke: “Can’t you just make the image appear closer?”
Keats: “Look, asking why I use binoculars is as silly as asking why I use rappelling equipment.”
Bernanke: “Why DO you use rappelling equipment?”
Keats: “To rappel!”
Bernanke: “Mrrrr.”
Bernanke: “Equipment aside, are you sure now is a good time for this?”
Keats: “Of course it is, now is the perfect time for it!”
Bernanke: “But he’s aslee-”
Keats: “SHH! He’s breathing!”
Bernanke: “That’s a bit creepy.”
Keats: “You’re just jealous you can’t breathe anymore.”
Bernanke: “Mrrrrr.”

Keats: “Stage two of the hit - listing out the opponent’s strengths and weaknesses. Bernanke?”
Bernanke: “Well for starters, he’s a massive, ridiculously strong troll.”
Keats: “Musclebound and potentially slow. Got it.”
Bernanke: “He’s decked out from head to toe in cyberware.”
Keats: “Low essence… abilities can be disabled. Got it.”
Bernanke: “He’s surrounded by a cadre of guards almost all the time.”
Keats: “Not self reliant. Anything else?”
Bernanke: “His supposed hit mage is insane?”
Keats: “Now that’s just rude. Poets aren’t crazy, we’re sensitive.”