"Sir, sir! Commissar Johann's dead!"
"Sir, he was at a nightclub chatting up this pretty girl, sir, and suddenly her, uh, décolletage just exploded with this vile green stuff, and he melted, sir! Commissar Johann melted!"
"Oh, I see. Well then, any bystanders injured?"
"Nossir; it seems to have been a targeted strike. If I may say, sir, you don't seem very surprised at this development."
"Well.... no. At the risk of seeming callous, Jenkins, Johann's not the first Terran to fall to a..."