[ You’re a bounty hunter and you’ve just killed one of your targets, a G3 cartel head officer by the name of Nipulon. After you chopped off a DNA sample, you took his gun, which was another alien, and proceeded to tug the inhibitor chip that prevented it from fighting against its handler out. ]

“Oy, watch it! I get you saved me from indentured servitude, but you could have pulled that chip out a little more gently! That shit hurts, you know!” [ the Gatlian spat in a New York accent, holding a Gatterall cigar between his teeth. ]