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Duration: 1m19s

In case you haven't figured it out yet, you're Colonel Miles Quaritch. Only younger, taller, bluer, and not nearly as good-lookin'. In two hours, I fly a mission against the Na'vi's stronghold. The powers that be thought it prudent that I do this backup just in case. And if you are watchin' it, well, it means that I did get my ticket punched. (CLEARS THROAT) Hey, Parker, just what the hell am I supposed to say now? Just remind him how this works. Who? Here. So see this? This is all your memories and your personality. Right. We're gonna send this back to Earth... All right, I got it. ...where you're growing in a lab as we speak. We're gonna imprint you with it, and then... I got... Hey, hey, hey. Am I doin' this, or are you doin' this? Hurry it up. Hurry it up. Anyway, the idea is to get the minds of the saltiest on-world operators. Yeah, like Corporal Wainfleet over there... (GRUNTS DRAMATICALLY) ...and your humble narrator into... Oorah. ...recombinant bodies. You're a recom now, Colonel, loaded with my memories and my charm. What you won't remember is my death because it hasn't happened yet, and it ain't gonna. WAINFLEET: Damn right. ZDINARSIK: Hell yeah. Well, whatever happened, if you're any clone of mine, you'll be lookin' for some payback. And Jake Sully would be at the top of that list.