"Well, he is accomplished at two things. Lying in his cell, and lying in a woman." (P.S., I'm not convinced "lying in a woman" is a thing that people actually say or have ever said.) "He'd poke a skinjob. He racked up a Six, that's a given..." (Wouldn't Tigh just say "frak"? Why the dysphemisms? Whatever.) Tory is immediately like, "Fuck that." Tigh clarifies that she wouldn't have to "get on [her] back for him," but that maybe just her wiles would be enough. Or maybe he means a blowjob, I don't know. Tory's like, "And yet I still feel like you just whored me out." Where do you go when you can't get out?

Saul Motherfrakking Tigh does not have time for your feminism! (As A Pimp Named Slickback would say, "Did you know that at least 75% of bitches suffer from some kind of hearing loss? This alarming statistic means that, more likely than not, talking is not the most effective way to communicate with a bitch. That's when you have to hit her. Has not hitting the bitch been working? I mean, scientifically speaking, has not hitting the bitch achieved the desired result?") He loved Ellen more than a man has ever loved a woman, and killed her for doing this, and learned his Godsdamned lesson: When Saul Tigh turns your ass out, you best pay attention, because it's for the good of the Fleet, or at least the Insurrection, or at least the F4, or at least Saul Tigh. Six of one.

And somewhere Ismene warns her beloved sister, Antigone, "We must remember: first, that we were born women, as should not strive with men; next, that we are ruled by the stronger, so we must obey in these things, and in things yet sorer."

THE THIRD OPTION IS ALWAYS GOING TO BE SYNTHESIS OR REVOLUTION

(In which Zeus asks Artemis WTF, six Robots engage in a Conversational Dispute, an Old Friend dies again, and Natalie threatens to Pray.)