RHYS: Howdy, ninja partner!
The SOGGY NINJA climbs mostly out of the POND. He eyes your DISGUISE warily.
SN: A Mule Kick employee? Yeah, I guess that'd make you the kind of guy to plug a fella's air tube.
RHYS: What? Oh, no, this outfit is just the result of a complicated series of events which culminated in disguise and subterfuge, followed by escape from a soon-to-explode helicopter.
(Somewhere in the DISTANCE, a HELICOPTER explodes.)
You present your MARSHAL(L)'S BADGE.
RHYS: I'm a MARSHAL. (Or is it "MARSHALL"?)
SN: (Two L's, I think.)
RHYS: (OK, I'll use two.) I should tell you, I strongly approve of your patriotism.
SN: Ah, thank you.
RHYS: But that doesn't mean I automatically assume you're from the CIA.... Are you from the CIA? Or the FBI? MJ12?
SN: No, no. I'm a Union Ninja.
RHYS: A... Unionja?
SN: Ah, you've heard of us! Excellent. President Rapsknuckle dispatched me and my team to deal with these Confederbots. Wait. What brings you out here to the Fort, Marshall?
RHYS: Hmm? Oh, a local blacksmith sent me to take out Colonel Ferris.
SN: Fair enough. My team is here to do the same thing.
RHYS: That. Is. Awesome.
You shuffle awkwardly. There may be a HIGH FIVE situation here.... but you can't be sure!