[@Dezuel][@Ravion the Red]

Bug stood still for a moment, before crinkling his nose. [i]What sort of caveman is this? Arrish...you didn't say me how blunt was this instrument. Has he been...engaging on onanism all day in here? It smells awful. Someone tell this...man, thing...the virtues of ventilation.[/i]. To his credit, he recovered quite easily and locked sight with the brutish beast that butchered the human language. "Good day. I am Astolfo Bugatti. But you may call me Bug. It is quite short and convenient. I am...delighted to make you an acquaintance." He said, before eyeing Arrish with a disapproving stare.

"Arrish and I...go way back and he offered himself to...show me around the rest of the pilots. Griff, was it?" He added, extending his hand, not without great effort not to retract it in sheer loathe.