hyralt
Inactive Member
At Kyle's request, a single tentacle snaked its way over, took the coupon, tossed it in the garbage, and grabbed a glass. In a display of extraordinary coordination, it held the glass under a soda fountain and simultaneously pulled the lever that dispensed mazrit-flavoured Caalian Springs Soda. Once full, the tentacle deposited the glass gently in front of Kyle, then slithered away, presumably to fulfil another order.
The shark man stood upright and turned around to face Kyle. He was approximately the same height, but much broader shouldered. The shark man drew the fingers of his grey-skinned hand through his pompadour coiffure, before letting it rest at the lapel of his suit jacket. He looked down his broad white nose at the red-haired man as he began to speak.
"Whatchu call me, ya meagre anemic jinja? Ya look like all ya blood left ya body and went inna ya hair!" The shark man's breathing apparatus made a bubbling sound and through the transparent device mounted on his gills, the liquid within visibly sloshed around. The man laughed before continuing, unleashing the stench of something like partially-fermented fish from deep in the back of his throat. "Ya think ya sumthin sumthin jes cuz ya in da ahmee? Gots nuse fo ya, ya rufescent-domed throttle stroker, yous not so tuff when yas not in ya shiny ahma!"
J'dompal finally pulled away from his chatterbox customer and positioned his head to form an equilateral triangle at eye level, the other two points of which were Kyle and the shark man.
"Gentlemen, I kindly ask that you find an amicable conclusion to your dispute. If the possibility of such an option has reached the infinitesimal, please remove yourselves from the premises before you engage in any fisticuffs."
The shark man stood upright and turned around to face Kyle. He was approximately the same height, but much broader shouldered. The shark man drew the fingers of his grey-skinned hand through his pompadour coiffure, before letting it rest at the lapel of his suit jacket. He looked down his broad white nose at the red-haired man as he began to speak.
"Whatchu call me, ya meagre anemic jinja? Ya look like all ya blood left ya body and went inna ya hair!" The shark man's breathing apparatus made a bubbling sound and through the transparent device mounted on his gills, the liquid within visibly sloshed around. The man laughed before continuing, unleashing the stench of something like partially-fermented fish from deep in the back of his throat. "Ya think ya sumthin sumthin jes cuz ya in da ahmee? Gots nuse fo ya, ya rufescent-domed throttle stroker, yous not so tuff when yas not in ya shiny ahma!"
J'dompal finally pulled away from his chatterbox customer and positioned his head to form an equilateral triangle at eye level, the other two points of which were Kyle and the shark man.
"Gentlemen, I kindly ask that you find an amicable conclusion to your dispute. If the possibility of such an option has reached the infinitesimal, please remove yourselves from the premises before you engage in any fisticuffs."