A.V.I.A.F.
Captain

Galt (OS): Adams, this thrall has been "selected" for you.
Adams: You're frigging kidding me, right? I'd rather be with that orange-haired mannish broad you forced the Russian kid to bang. In fact, I'd rather you strap on one of those collars of disobedience to my genitals and crank it up to overload!
Lethe walks slowly away weeping as Tamoon enters with a pair of rubber gloves, a car battery, and some booster cables.