Mr Brass: "Blast it! Now we'll have to go through a performance. I do so hate performances, Mister Bland!"
Mr Bland: "Don't upset yourself, Mister Brass. Now, where did we put that Nort flag?" 2000 AD prog 265.
Mr Brass: "Six battlefields located so far, with plenty of suits to salvage."
Mr Bland: "A handsome potential profit for us, Mister Brass." 2000 AD prog 278.
Mr Bland: "Look, Mister Brass! Someone's looted the place!"
Mr Brass: "Indeed, Mister Bland. This is supposed to be our patch." 2000 AD prog 327.
Mr Brass: "D-don't hurt us. Have our creds!" 2000 AD prog 328.
Mr Brass: "Alien vid-companies have paid a fortune for the pictures!"
Mr Bland: "Money that we can bet on the fight to win even more! Shake hands on a brilliant deal, Mr Brass!" 2000 AD prog 331.
Mr Bland: "Speak to me... He's dead!" 2000 AD prog 332.
Mr Bland: "I want your best funeral service... AND AFTERWARDS, I SHALL AVENGE HIS DEATH!" Ibid.
Mr Brass: "We have something you want. If you don't get it you'll... what? Rain some ghastly orbital unpleasantness down upon us, I imagine?"
Wire: "Oh, better than that. Not on you here, but on the location where you store your best contraband salvage. Your nest egg. No more retirement to a quiet pleasure planet with bronze-assed pool boys for company." 2000 AD prog 2034.
Trasker: "Worked out yet that it was Bland and Brass who set you up?"
Wire: "Those mincing old qu—"
Trasker: "Temper." 2000 AD prog 2036.