Note: Given the extent of Peri's outrage regarding the fact that Srabben has a tlumnph on his shoulder, it would appear that a passing understanding of the significance of tlumnphs to fobott'r might be important to the story after all.
Addendum to Note: If we've learned anything from this exchange, it's that I'm an unreliable narrator.
NARRATOR: The negotiation of passage begins...
ENNESBY: Stay calm, stay cool, and stay on script. Go!
PERI: Hello, Shiplord Srabben. I am Peri Gugro, full-sister to Uuplechan citizen Viki Gugro.
PERI: I've entered this system at Viki's request. Per the Crisis Clause
SRABBEN: *talking over* Shut up, Gugro.
I know why you claim to be here.
There is no emergency. Go home.
PERI: Apologies, Shiplord, but the determination of whether or not there is an emergency is not yours to
What are you wearing?!
SRABBEN: My accomplishments.
PERI: Desecration of the dead is an accomplishment?
SRABBEN: I took this on the field of battle, and from a foe far mightier than the toy soldiers you rented.
ENNESBY: Calm down, Peri. We're off-script, but you can bring this back around.
He's going to threaten you. Stand firm, but don't insult him.
SRABBEN: Turn around, Gugro. Fold your arms and flee, or I'll cut your thumph in pieces and turn it into boot plates.
ENNESBY: See? There's his threat. Stay cool, and push back.
PERI: It's pronounced "tlumnph," but your toothless, filthy, carrion-grubbing mouth is unworthy to speak it, Srabben Shipthief.
ENNESBY: Wrong kind of cool, Peri.
SRABBEN: Last chance, grasshat.
Turn away or die in flames.
PERI: Bring your flames to me, little kitten.
I will board your ship, flay that coat from your mange-boiled back, and then, with just one hand, I will personally rip off your only pair of arms.
ENNESBY: Connection closed. I don't think the script can be saved.
PERI: More practice might have helped.