Ka'Xet beams with joy at his newfound friend. Considering his previous difficulties with communication, being able to talk to someone who speaks his particular argot causes him to completely forget the mission at hand.

Caller my droogie, and well viddied! 'Tis right horrorshow to meet such an oomny chellovek as yourself. Not so much yarbles as bezoomy. Well, well, well, me dobby bratty, what say we peet a bit o' Firegold, get pyanitsa, and exchange a raskazz or dva?

Caller my friend, you are well-met! It's wonderful to meet such a clever fellow as yourself. However, I suggest that it's less courage and more insanity that caused me to assault the float. So, how would you feel about a few drinks and an exchange of stories?