"Oh, well, if ya not here to eat me," Brutus answers back dry as the grinding of stone on stone, and he absolutely does not get down or take the peace muffin. (This place has muffins? Probably made with... sugar? And fruit? Real fruit? Is this the fucking HS Ritz?)

"Duf-worm. Cus' you're a duffing fumbass if you get one," not the first time he's had to explain a bit of slang, rim slang doesn't travel very far inwards, and. He has no idea how far in the galaxy this........ thing. is from.

"Are you... some sorta science experiment?"