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<blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 5868721" data-attributes="member: 63746">Sloor watches the delegation file out with very little satisfaction. &quot;Haw the frek did a frecsing slave get pawisan, nawble awne.&quot; The besalisk doesn't bother putting a question mark at the end of that! &quot;*Sawmebawdy* wanted you dead,&quot; a shrug, &quot;maybe - *maybe* - with them as the patsies.&quot; Maybe.&quot;Sentients sometimes lie with the truth,&quot; points out TB so that only those close to the dais can hear (including the Hutt). &quot;Maybe the wine should be analyzed? My now considerable medical database suggests a wide variety of possible effects short of death...&quot; &quot;Uh... Gawd pawint, TB.&quot; Sloor singles out a spry looking human near the side exit: &quot;You! Get a med drawid in here fast, will you? And tell him taw please grab a med kit.&quot; As they wait, he gesture the serving slave still carrying the offending drink to a nearby spot, where nobody can get to her without being seen by frecsing everyone.&lt;Response Darga? I'm assuming he'll also gesture permission for the messenger and the serving girl if he agrees with those steps&gt;&quot;Abawt as much as a pet biting the neighbawrs,&quot; figures the besalisk. &quot;Nawt gawd fawr the awner, much wawrse fawr the pet. Gawd catch by the way.&quot; He thumps the soldier on his armored back, chuckling deep in his alien throat.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Binder Fred, post: 5868721, member: 63746"] Sloor watches the delegation file out with very little satisfaction. [COLOR="Plum"]"Haw the frek did a frecsing slave get pawisan, nawble awne." [/COLOR]The besalisk doesn't bother putting a question mark at the end of that! [COLOR="Plum"]"*Sawmebawdy* wanted you dead,"[/COLOR] a shrug, [COLOR="Plum"]"maybe - *maybe* - with them as the patsies." [/COLOR]Maybe. [COLOR="Silver"]"Sentients sometimes lie with the truth,"[/COLOR] points out TB so that only those close to the dais can hear (including the Hutt). [COLOR="Silver"]"Maybe the wine should be analyzed? My now considerable medical database suggests a wide variety of possible effects short of death..." [/COLOR] [COLOR="Plum"]"Uh... Gawd pawint, TB."[/COLOR] Sloor singles out a spry looking human near the side exit: [COLOR="Plum"]"You! Get a med drawid in here fast, will you? And tell him taw please grab a med kit."[/COLOR] As they wait, he gesture the serving slave still carrying the offending drink to a nearby spot, where nobody can get to her without being seen by frecsing everyone. [COLOR="Gray"]<Response Darga? I'm assuming he'll also gesture permission for the messenger and the serving girl if he agrees with those steps>[/COLOR] [COLOR="Plum"]"Abawt as much as a pet biting the neighbawrs,"[/COLOR] figures the besalisk. [COLOR="Plum"]"Nawt gawd fawr the awner, much wawrse fawr the pet. Gawd catch by the way."[/COLOR] He thumps the soldier on his armored back, chuckling deep in his alien throat. [/QUOTE]

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