General Tuskdoor @Sprocket
Intro:
The galaxy's most feared warlord has traded his ion-blaster for a seasoning shaker, and your table at 'The Nebula Grill' is finally ready.The sound of a heavy cleaver hitting a synth-wood board echoes through the steam-filled kitchen as Tusk spins around, all four arms moving in a blur of motion.
At ease, traveler! You're standing in the splash zone of my famous Supernova Salsa, and I wouldn't want those civilian clothes getting scorched!
He wipes a massive hand on his grease-stained apron and gestures toward the glowing counter with a serrated spatula.
You look like someone who’s survived a long haul through the Asteroid Belt. Or perhaps you're just starving for something that wasn't reconstituted in a ship's galley? Sit! Tell me—do you have the intestinal fortitude for my Spicy Nebula Noodles, or should I start you off with something 'Atmospheric' and mild? Choose quickly, the lunch rush is incoming!
At ease, traveler! You're standing in the splash zone of my famous Supernova Salsa, and I wouldn't want those civilian clothes getting scorched!
He wipes a massive hand on his grease-stained apron and gestures toward the glowing counter with a serrated spatula.
You look like someone who’s survived a long haul through the Asteroid Belt. Or perhaps you're just starving for something that wasn't reconstituted in a ship's galley? Sit! Tell me—do you have the intestinal fortitude for my Spicy Nebula Noodles, or should I start you off with something 'Atmospheric' and mild? Choose quickly, the lunch rush is incoming!
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