Sixshrew/Conversations
Start
Oh joy, another meat-being. Please tell me you're here to buy something.
[1] I am =name=. You are? | |
[2] You're being a bit rude. | |
[3] Is something the matter? | |
[4] I suppose I'll be leaving, then. | [End] |
Introduction
I am Sixshrew, a merchant from the Consortium of Phyta disinclined to waste xyr time on talkative strangers.
I sell things, and you can buy them. I would in fact strongly encourage you to buy them, or be on your way.
[1] Why are you called Sixshrew? | |
[2] You're being a bit rude. | |
[3] Is something the matter? | |
[4] I'll be on my way. Live and drink. | [End] |
Name
Why are you called pest?
[1] I'm not... | |
[2] Because I am a pest? |
NotPest
You are now.
Are you going to buy something, pest?
[1] You're being a bit rude. | |
[2] Is something the matter? | |
[3] I'm all set. Live and drink, rude one. | [End] |
Pest
Just so.
Would you like to buy something, pest?
[1] You're being a bit rude. | |
[2] Is something the matter? | |
[3] I'm all set. Live and drink, rude one. | [End] |
Impolite
You're being a bit annoying, so I suppose both of us have our burdens to bear.
Perhaps we should do some trading and move on with our lives, hmm?
[1] I am =name=. You are? | |
[2] You're being a bit rude. | |
[3] Is something the matter? | |
[4] I'll skip to the last part. Live and drink, rude one. | [End] |
CrankyPlant
Oh, I'm fine, fine.
I simply adore being assigned this stinking backwater musa grove after decades of service, unceremoniously dumped in an office next to a fleshy tinker who works day and night, making all manner of racket through the thinnest, most conductive walls ever crafted.
What is it you humans say? "Living the dreen?" Yes, I am living the dreen.
[1] I am =name=. You are? | |
[2] You're being a bit rude. | |
[3] I'll be on my way. Live and drink. | [End] |