[He quietly recalled that text and felt the prickles rise in his face. That was no gobbledy-gook, but the purplest, most gushy declarations of adoration he'd ever read. He'd been told he was a 'warrior poet' once, but never had he sat down to really put anything to paper.]
Y-yeah, ya just... ya blew the crap outta my scanners.
[Huh, what's this little latch on the nape of the neck?]
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Y-yeah, ya just... ya blew the crap outta my scanners.
[Huh, what's this little latch on the nape of the neck?]