"Wh-what? Man, you got me all stoked for brain pudding and you can't even make it!" He laughs and swats playfully at Neirin's arm. "Probably for the best. If I really start to like it, there ain't no way to explain that one to the breathers. I'm content bein' a sausage and potatoes kinda guy."

He glances at the porn-o-tron, finds it interesting for 15 or 20 seconds, and then it's back to Neirin. Why oggle 2D lizardmen when there's a 3D dead elf right there? "Did your people have movies before science fucked y'up? What'd y'all watch?"