[It certainly is quite the impressive weapon, Flug can't help but take it all in, in its deadly magnificence. Despite the thrill that runs through him at seeing such an intriguing object, his paranoia stays at manageable levels. Death really was quite the entity.]
"The cook? Oh, th-- t-the cook?! You can taste?"
[Wait, no, that sounded rude, didn't it?]
"I-I-I mean-- o-of course you can!-- d-didn't mean to imply-- I-- I'm sure you're a great--"
[Yeah, just gonna hang his head on shame now. Sorry.]
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[It certainly is quite the impressive weapon, Flug can't help but take it all in, in its deadly magnificence. Despite the thrill that runs through him at seeing such an intriguing object, his paranoia stays at manageable levels. Death really was quite the entity.]
"The cook? Oh, th-- t-the cook?! You can taste?"
[Wait, no, that sounded rude, didn't it?]
"I-I-I mean-- o-of course you can!-- d-didn't mean to imply-- I-- I'm sure you're a great--"
[Yeah, just gonna hang his head on shame now. Sorry.]
"...I run Engineering on Red Fish."