To: PSI-BORG

[Silver]

Err. Hi mister Borg.

*The cigar tip lits up*

Got your livers, spleens, pancreas, whatever.
Four live 'lonials ready for the takin'.
Two of them are kinda banged up, ripped their engines in half with anti-matter.

Where you want them?

Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[PSI-Borg]

Your services were welcome.

We have need of those items.

Those parts fail within us.

We have paid you. We will pay more, as required, assuming the parts are undamaged.

Radiation does little for the longevity of a gall bladder. I hope you did not use too many novas.. Beam weapons tend to do less such damage.

We will meet you and exchange what needs to be exchanged.

[Silver]

Dandy.

*Grabs a small bottle of Jack Daniels*

I'll be in sector 4-G, Coronado. 20k's up.

And no worries. They're good. I even gave them a blanket.
Just the one.

Can't be too friendly with them.

Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop