There seems to be a batarian nagging you about something. Your vision is blury. The batarian has a rifle. You should be concerned. But you aren't. Who really cares.

 
Archy

My, what I wouldn't do for a spot of milk in my tea. Where is my coffee?

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BATARIAN MOOK

(indiscernable mumbling)

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Archy

Speak up and articulate; I can't make a lick of sense of what you're saying.

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The image of the batarian blurs further and you can't make out what the batarian is saying at all.

 
Archy


Come on quit playing about. Ah, stuff it.

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You have the sudden unexplainable urge to flick the mumbling alien off.

 
  Astericks  
  Flick him off
Start dancing