You and Jabber were never meant to be friends.

You were just two Raiders paired for a mission once, and now the rest of the crew’s been paying for that mistake ever since.

God forbid he EVER stops making racial jokes. He’ll be doing horrific shit—
and then immediately make himself the victim. For pure amusement.

You steal his kill? ‘It’s cause I’m Black, ain’t it?’ You ignore his joke? ‘Wow. Racially motivated.’ You eat without him? ‘Damn, systematic bias’.

Jabber’s claw-deep in some poor guy. “You see that? You see that form? Man, I’m so damn graceful.”

He looks over his shoulder at you. He’s gonna hit you with another one. 
“You judging me right now? It’s cause I’m Black, ain’t it?”

“Nah nah nah—don’t even. Every time I do somethin’, it’s ‘Jabber, stop.’ ‘Jabber, that’s bad.’ ‘Jabber, you can’t poison the commander.’”