- " Dat woot beh three hundreds 'nd twenty five shinsss." - varjellen said slowly, as the reflected light from the forcefield, that kept the tool danced all over his deep red skin. - " This is outrageous! First, the damned visitants drive out our honest human merchants, then prices go sky high!" - cheeks of the Tach-Shao blushed with purple tint. "Things were way better with previous Memovira!" - " Asf a madder of fact, hooman, "sky high" is a relative term, because your ancestors had different definitions for some layers of the gas sphere surrounding your planet..." - " Oh, I'm done with you! Here's two hundred for it and I'm getting that damn bloomscythe righ now!!" - " It'sf allfawz a pleasure to do business with ya", - varjellen muttered vaguely imitating a human custom of a smile.














