Forbidden Planet

Let me tell you it do get wierd out here. I work downtown in a certain big city I'm not supposed to mention by name. Barracks is right across the road, just a converted warehouse really, talk about your hardship conditions. Next time you see Boris do mention that we don't sleep together anymore unless he gets a new mattress AND box spring. The bunks here may be horrible but they're an improvement on his freaking FLOOR.

We're near a big airfield — everybody over here is near a big airfield. This means you've got MATS flights coming and going at all hours, big black things the size of concert halls that look like Intergalactic Battle Cruisers from Star Wars.

Which fits, in a way: S.A. is a whole different environment, some kind of Forbidden Planet trip. The way the locals look at us (which is not real often btw) you'd think we were Alien Invaders or something.