[color=00a651]"Not in this part of the slums. Slugs are cheaper than cells for a laser weapon. Replacement parts cost less. There's just not as much market for it."[/color] Marco said. He'd produced a small kettle and hot plate from beneath the counter, and had started some water boiling. From a different shelf, he got some rolling paper, deftly twisting it into an Ecetopian cigarette. A pair of couches flanked a coffee table, and Marco took a seat in one of them.

[color=00a651]"So you can't take me to see the Mogul? I thought so."[/color] He said, lighting it and taking a hit, before passing it to Giggles. [color=00a651]"I guess I should have figured. I'd probably get killed trying anyways, haha."[/color] He chuckled. He wasn't feeling a whole lot. He'd only done it once before now, and it had done very little to him. [color=00a651]"Oh, by the way. I'm Marco."[/color] He said to Giggles, getting up and moving the hot water to the teapot, along with a few bags of tea. He laid a pair of ornate cups on the table. They were beautifully designed, and looked very old. This was clearly a man who attached great ceremony to tea.

[color=00a651]"I sorta just want to get off this planet. It's kinda a dump."[/color] He said, pouring Giggles a cup, then taking one for himself. He used the sugar tongs to plunk 1...2...3...4...5...6...7 sugar cubes into his cup, before sipping. It was Ecetopian breakfast tea. The smell of exotic spices mixed with the scent of gunpowder in the room. [color=00a651]"They don't care about anything that goes on in the slums."[/color] He said to Giggles when he mentioned the police. [color=00a651]"Frixion Prime is a shithole. And that travel ban has you stuck here, huh? Helluva vacation."[/color] He looked out the window, draining his teacup and the sugary sludge that had congealed at the bottom. [color=00a651]"Too bad I don't have a ship. It'd suck to stay here my whole life. I've always wanted to see Esetopia." He had poured himself another cup, and was putting even more sugar into it.[/color]