Re: The Savage Tide [IC]
Thankee-sai, me good Charlie. All these good genteels may have had their guttiwuts spread about like so much jammiwam had you not been such a trig cove. Put 'er there, me good droogie.
Ka'Xet walks over to the twelve-fingered man with his own hand extended in friendship.
May you have a rare disease and need an operation that only one surgeon in the world, the winner of the Nobel Prize for Medicine, is able to perform. And may he be unable to perform it because he doesn’t take your insurance. And may that Nobel Laureate be your son.