*watching the events unfold on a holo-table.*
What is your ploy, thing?
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*Behind you in the dark the speaker materializes* To survive, mandalorian...
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Aren't we all. Now, get of my ship.
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Edited by Speaker: 3/23/2019 8:44:45 PMYour ship... the space between your ship and the next... it is all relative. Might as well ask me not to exist at all. But I will leave you with a gift regardless of your unwelcoming nature... It may serve you well. *The speaker explodes in a haze of oily shadows obscuring your vision and the entire deck* The Shadows Vanish and a jet black playing jack remains on the floor https://goo.gl/images/1xwqQt
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Keep your gift, I don't want it.
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*the voice of the speaker* Regrettable.. but not altogether unexpected, you desire a more pleasing form? *The jack morphs into a beautiful man/woman whatever your heart desires*
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No thank you. Last time you were in existence, you made an attempt to consume existence. And then several after affects of your lingering darkness, I have no interests in being part of any machinations of similar degree. I'm trying to survive, I'll take my chances, I most certainly don't need or want anything from another being who's got the same goal as I do. Keep your gift, and give it to someone who will make more use of it than I will.