"I don't know... I just don't know..." the Captain muttered.
"Captain's dithering again," said Private Nightlight to Sergeant LED.
"That's the problem with these compact fluorescents," LED said, nodding. "Always back and forth, back and forth. They've got all kinds of toxic issues right under that cold facade they put up, too. It's how they're raised, I think."
"ENOUGH TALK!" came a shriek from behind. "ONWARD TO GLORIOUS DEATH!" Someone hurtled past them. There was a whistle and a pop.
"Incandescent went over the wall, Sarge."
"Can't say I'm surprised. He's been on the edge of burning out for weeks."