"Midget! Why you racist bastard I'll..."Throlar's face had seemingly become that of a Njagan Oni, mouth wide, face red, mustache flaring, he was obviously trying to hold himself in check.
Suddenly he seemed to calm down, his face returning to it's original form, and said;
"You know what? Forget it. I'm not even going to bother."
"I understand all that, Garhaouwgh, but I also understand that there are ships where they rob you blind while you sleep and then dump you over the side with a brick tied around your neck, and that is the kind that we're most likely to find there, if we don't find one that is actually owned by the Wolfgang, and if that happens then we are as good as dead, and I believe that I already stated my objections to Vega, in fact I won't go there unless the vote of the whole company is against me, but if we do go there then the only information we'll get are rumors that are only two percent true. But what I really object to is your attempt to find an excuse to go there and get drunk on cheep liquor."Throlar was obviously in a bad mood.