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.

Thank you very much, my good cleric. You have surely saved the lives of many innocent bystanders if you hadn't been prepared to do what was necessary to save their lives. For a handshake, I'd name you friend.

Ka'Xet walks over to the twelve-fingered man with his own hand extended in friendship.