[voice.]

[battle_droid]

I have a question for all organi- humans on board this vessel

Comments

[pimp_hat]

Just da pink-skins huh? No care fuh da rest of us?

[Troll be trolling.]

[battle_droid]

[pink...skins...oh. Right.]

I apologize, it was not my intent to offend. I will amend to reflect and include all those that are capable of independent thought.

[pimp_hat]

I fuhgive jah. Just lettin' it be known dat dere be more den just dem round here.

[battle_droid]

What is your classification?

[pimp_hat]

Oh I be many t'ings, like a ladies' mon, a family mon, a conissuer of liquah-[i.e. a drunk]- but if joo be talkin' 'bout my race? I be a troll.

[battle_droid]

[If she were able to properly convey emotions, she likely would have laughed. There's just the faintest hint of amusement in her voice.]

We do not have beings such as yourself in my reality, unless you happen to resemble an enemy extraterrestrial.

[pimp_hat]

[Kevas always has a way with the ladies, even if they are artificial.]

Let's hope not den. Last t'ing I be wantin' is fuh joo to t'ink of me as an enemy.

[battle_droid]

[He certainly does.]

I will not perceive you as such unless you prove yourself to be a threat to me or those I protect.

[But she likes you, at least! As much as she's able to like anyone.]

[pimp_hat]

Would nevah dream of it.