*grabs severed tail, infusing it with warp energy. It transforms into a spear.* *stabs you in the foot with it* Enjoy space aids heretic.
*picks up your foot and puts it in a kaiser roll* Can't we just bump some warp dust and put this behind us? *begins eating foot sandwich* How rude of me, did you want half? My pleasure.
"I don't think we've met before. I'm Larissa, Marculario's to-be wife. (Isn't that a fiancee?) And you are?" (I will most likely read your reply in about a half hour.)