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"Yes, yes! Food Nipple taste very good!" He takes it back and begins to drink it through a slot in his mask.
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"Hey, why do you wear that mask?"
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"Flapyap need mask to breath. Unggoy no breath oxy... Oxo... Oxy-geen." He replies, pulling the bottle from his mouth. The mask hisses for a second before sealing, leaving the faint scent of methane.
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"Oh. You breathe methane, don't you? That's different. I've only met things that breathe oxygen. Oh, would that be a tank on your back, then?"
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"Yes, yes. All Unggoy breath the great gas. Mean Prophets not let us have new planet, so Unggoy live on breeding ships. Not nice." He sighs.
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"Hm... Any way I can help?"
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"No, no." He sighs. "Nice monkeys kill prophets. Great Arbiter kills them too, and stupid brute faces. Them all gone. All dead." He smiles happily.
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"Arbiter... I've heard that... Somewhere... Wait. Are you talking about the Eli- Sorry, Sangheili Arbiter? He was here a while ago..."
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"Yes yes! That him! Sang-hee-lee Arbiter! Thel Va-doom! He hero to Unggoy!"
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"Oh! Oh... I understand now! You're a Grunt!"
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"Grunt? No, me Unggoy. Not Grunt. Monkeys call us Grunts. Very rude."
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"Oh. My apologies, then. Didn't mean to offend you."
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"It ok. Flapyap happy to have friend monkey."
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"And I am glad to have Flapyap as a friend."
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The Grunt smiles. "It fun to meet you, Kee-ree, but Flapyap need to continue search. See again?"
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"Guess I'll see you around then, Flapyap."
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"Yay! By by Kee-ree." He waddles away.