RD scribbles down some notes, puts on his Minister of Misinformation uniform and stands at the bar, clearing his throat.
"Why Puke is a Vomitous Pile we Should Support.
Well, Needless to say, he’s a sentient pile of vomit capable of self-propulsion, complex thought, appreciation of the finer thing’s in life, speech and somehow able to, despite his rather unseemly form, come across as a far more civilised cultured being than most humans. With a healthy Violent streak found in all successful races. Almost impervious to harm unless his entire form is destroyed, far more skilled at hunting and survival than most species and in his current state enough to challenge even the
A-Morph Schlock species.
Outstanding achievements for something commonly found after a Kebab and far too many Alcoholic Beverages. As Puke, he is beyond and above the Food Chain!
A skilled Ambassador able to disguise his forked tongue in grand machiavellian schemes and machinations, bringing races together from all over the galaxy. (and Not by making someone hold a girls hair back as she calls the Porcelain phone.)
The resident Loveable Rogue of the cantina, to date perhaps the most self-depreciating in his replies and certainly up their with Growltigger in creative comebacks and Wit. A formidable opponent in the field of cartoon violence.
This may not impress you, and I wish not to further praise the modest man, I'm unaware how his kind express Emabarassment. So I must ask. Could you do the same as a Pile of Sentient Vomit? I think not…"
RD get's back on with serving at the bar...
(Hope that was ok for a off-the-cuff speech)