Here it is. The final panel in the tript(d)ych.

The jet nary touches the runway before the first gaffe. You and your cohorts in claptrap need to get your act together. COMMUNICATE.

The last discharge was NOT the “canonical 37th episode”, you loser. I gave you fellas the benefit of the doubt. Yes, you held the fort. But now the commander has returned from a battle of sorts. Maybe it's time he (I) put his goddamn foot down. Maybe even feet.

Shine your shoes. Clean your rifles. SMARTEN UP!