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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 5186318" data-attributes="member: 63746">"Well put," wholeheartedly agrees Sloor's hover droid. "I would also add cruel, disrespectful and dehumanizing.""Racist," grumbles Sloor with a trace of actual enjoyment -- dark enjoyment, sure, but enjoyment still. He puts the hovers into full attraction reverse, thunking the sled onto the deck and securing it in place. <I have no idea if you can do this with Star Wars hover technology, so I thought I'd try it and see <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> Basically turning the standard repulsion into attraction>."I prefer the term 'graceful lover of true intelligence and moral stability'.""Fine, fine, lawver awf mine. What's the status awn our 'saw-frecking-cheap-I-could-cry' cargaw?" asks Sloor as he quickly slides out of the sled's control cab, one hand automatically going to the nearest handhold to brace himself in place. Evasive maneuvers are frecking likely in the very near future...«CHECKING ON THE CARBONITE CARGO (control panel embeded in the side like Han's?)Perception and then Mechanic skill: <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2525224/" target="_blank">1d20+9=16, 1d20=19</a> Whoa, Sloor has skills he never suspected. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />"It's a frecking *fine* place, saber baw," insists the besalisk, on another tack entirely. "And I dan't want any awn awf you taw in my head, you hear? That's whawlly awned private prawperty!" He glares at both of them, a touch of unease at the back of his eyes (perticularly when he looks at Mir, she of the *more than* physical powers)."Including the slightly disturbing monickers," agrees the almost always volubile hover droid."They see you get awt, they look awtward, Sra," mildly contradicts the big alien, now fully strapped in with TB at his feet. "Never even *think* taw search the spawt you just ran away frawm." That's been his experience anyway. "Where are you drawpping us awf?"</blockquote>

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