Priest: *sigh* Word on the street is there's a larger and cheaper place on the South Wall.
Duke: Oh, sweet!
You gonna check it out?
Priest: Probably not. Wouldn't matter much.
It's cheaper, aye. But I'm far too behind to even consider, but who knows.
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Priest: What's this?
Duke: A little something. I got a piece of Sargovian wood last auction and had it carved for ya.
Much better than that shitty Underground plastic.
Priest: Beautiful, thanks man.
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Priest: One day, I’ll see Sargova, even if there aren’t any true Sargovians left.
It’d just be nice just to stand where my ancestors once stood. At least some of them.
Priest: Mind if I ask you something?
Duke: Yeah?
Priest: Everyone's got something keeping them going. I have the hope that someone, hopefully younger, will take my place at the temple.
Some want to make it wealthy, some want to live a long life. What do you have?
And keeps you here in this manky shithole.
Duke: I love the rush of things. Escaping police, or thugs wantin' to kill you, stealing from big guys.
Just poking at The Kingdom however I can.
Priest: So for the rush huh?
Yeah I get that.
Duke: But...
Priest: Wh...well? But what!?
*laughing*
Priest: Mate, don't you leave me hanging like that.
Duke: *chuckles* Well, sometimes I think about this one memory from time to time.
It's the earliest memory I have, but sometimes I don't even know if it was real.
Could've just been an implant I got while drunk or something.
Priest: Well you've certainly piqued my interest.
Duke: *chuckles*
So, I’m very small. Just a pup, and I’m in the backseat in the cockpit of a small freighter.
Which gave view to a planet on fire.
Priest: Hold the phone. You're talking about Galleon! You told you were born here.
Duke: I know, I know. But, I was that age at the time Galleon was destroyed so it makes sense.
Priest: Are you trying to tell me you escaped Galleon being incinerated.
Duke: I-*sigh* I don't know man...
All I remember is that half of the planet was on fire, and the pilot...
I could only see the back of his head but...he was like me, orange fur and all...
There was someone like me.
Priest: You think there's another of your kind somewhere out there?
Duke: Well I'd certainly like to, it's just a little something I think about from time to time.
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Trader 3: Now you don't need no schooling, don't ya kiddo?
Duke: No, I'd like to keep both my eyes.
Trader 1: You ain't hot shit, you stupid rigy.
Trader 2: Cmon, let's go.
Trader 3: 40 units for palace-grade tile fiber.
Trader 1: 42.
Trader 2: 44.
Trader 1: 45.
Trader 2: Out.
Duke: Ok...
Duke: 15 units for flight component 3.4B
Trader 1: 18.
Trader 2: 17.
Trader 3: 23.
Trader 1 and 2: Out.
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Trader 3: Ah son of a bitch, I'm out.
Duke: (under breath) Alright, what next.
*sinister voices*
Trader 3: Thinking of scam prices rigy?
Duke: Yup!
30 units for...some random crystal I guess.
Trader 1: What do you mean "some crystal" fuzzball?
Duke: Scanner's a model 6, so it should work.
Trader 1: Gimmie it real qui-
Gimmie the scanner you damn rig!
Duke: Dude, let me just get something else.
Trader 3: Hold on.
I thought we were dealing it.
Duke: Let go!
Trader 3: *chuckles* Make me.
Trader 3: What's wrong rigy? Cmon punch me, headbutt me.
BRING IT!
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Trader 3: You son of a bitch! YOU STUPID RIGE!
*screaming*
*gunshots*
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