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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 5223991" data-attributes="member: 63746">"1000?!" marvels Sloor as they walk away from the dealer. "Freck! Change awf plans: we sell awer stuff awtside the frecking cawre wawrlds frawn naw awn! 1000? 1000?? That thing wawld fetch us 4 grands anywhere awn the rim. Minimum!"«Translation: yeah, let's wait for now. If the senator's job calls for some transport, he can loan us something in the interim... or back up a loan to buy what we want. <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=":)" />The many-armed one bursts out laughing : "A man with a missian!" He unexpectedly shoves the human forward, sending him stumbling into the waiting throng, "Hey girls, it's his first time saw treat him nice! First rawnd is awn me!" He himself circles the shoulder of a pair of twi'leks (purple and blue) while looking deep into the eyes of a tall, blond-haired frozian. "Creds are fawr the spending, blandy! Let yourself gaw!"«Help another on Persuassion <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2579363/" target="_blank">1d20+8=22</a>. «Fred looks at Perrin's rolls» Ah well....A muscled arm circles Mack's neck and leads him towards a side-alcove. It's Sloor, of course, back into the main room/dining hall once more : "Enawgh with the campetitian, alright? Let's finish this with a massage, Mack man : very relaxing, and it's my treat, saw even your chip can stawr up *its* juice," he finishes with a close-up view of that predatory smile of his. They pass through heavy crimson and blue curtains, into a tiny oval chamber. There is a raised bed and, more importantly, a tall kamino woman, waiting, hands lightly pressed together. The air is laced with lazily scented smoke, the music muted now that the curtain is down. "This awn's called Incense," whispers Sloor in stage confidence, "fawr awbviaus reasans. She wawn't daw anything you dawn't want taw daw, saw shut up, lie dawn and sawk up the frecksing ambiance!" The last bit is said rather more forcefully -- make that a lot more forcefully. "Really, it's like partying with a marbling monk," grumbles the big alien as he sweeps through a side curtain (Mack catches a glimpse of TB's glowing optics as swell a more than one set of female limbs). "I'll be next dawr getting the same. Talk lawd and I'll hear." A backwards grin, "Talk law and I wawn't... Enjoy!"</blockquote>

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