
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.