[F Te antKe]

primitive,

1) Don't decide what I am going to do
Correcting History > Barely glances at this thing
2) Don't speak for me, I have a voice and a superb vocabulary.
Correcting History >
"Eeh lady"
Actual Response > Total silence
" I hear you are interested in some protection."
More silence
" Well, for just a tiny fee of a few thousand minerals a month, I can almost certainly guarantee that You will not experience what Mr. Deathstar is experiencing right now."
Response > Disdainful bemused look,
Are you threatening me? Is that an ultimatum? If so it is a decidedly serious miscalculation.
" But why are they doing that," asks the lady" Isn't RD their creator."
Correcting history >
Actual Response > Total silence.
"primitive inces himself closer to the lady."
As you move closer a stiletto appears out of no where and is pointed at your heart.
"Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines." True, but their pelts sell for a good price on a certain planet. Are you a weasel?
Looks up briefly as primitive is dragged away. Too bad, I was just getting to like him.
primitive, come on over and have a seat when you are done. I'm sure we will get along just fine.
I'll buy my own drink thanks.