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"Do you ever get so angry, like a fire is inside of soul, your blood is going to evaporate from the red-hot intensity of the rage, so in order to keep yourself from committing murder, you create elaborate fictional scenarios about the people you know inside your head to make you laugh and distract you?"
Wutroow squints her eyes and leans forward, her companion Samakro nods.
"All the time," He breathes, he looks at his hands before he looks up and smiles slightly, Wutroow's shoulders relax, she feels safe and relief. She leans back in her chair and has a sparkle in her eyes, she looks around the room, before she leans froward, he meets her.
"Really?"
He nods.
"Really," He repeats, her grin grows.
"Tell me yours, and I'll tell you mine," Samakro says, he twirls his glass of beer in his hands, he casts another glance at Wutroow, who sighs mockingly exasperated.
Wutroow looks around the room, as if checking for danger, once she is satisfied, she leans in again, waving for Samakro to do the same, he does.
"So, I choose of group of people that I know, and they are now lizards. Not a cartoon, or a drawing, or any kind of weird animation, or puppet, but a live, real honest lizard. It's not Chiss like, they are not tall like us, they are just lizards, but they're also, that person. So, say, I choose a Ruling Family, like oh, I don't know, the Mitths. They are now lizards!" Wutroow slams her fist down onto the table and makes an explosion sound and whistles, her eyes are brighter and twinkle with mirth, they start to well up.
"All of the Mitths as lizards?" Samakro asks, he closes his eyes and envisions this. Wutroow nods her head vigorously.
"All of them, different lizards. And what is most important, is they have luxurious, luscious, voluminous, flawless, hair, maybe wigs, but the expensive good kind." Wutroow runs her fingers through her own hair, she does her best sexy and flirtatious pose she can think of.
Samakro inclines his head.
"So, I assume they do this," Samakro dramatically tosses his head, and runs his fingers through invisible long locks. Wautroow stands up so fast that her chair screeches painfully against the floor.
"And this," Wutroow folds her arms behind her back, she inclines her head, and her eyes narrow slightly, she says with a very serious voice, "perhaps,"
A heartbeat goes by before Samakro responds with, "very good,"
They lose it, both of them double over in boisterous laughter, Samakro leans forward and collapses onto the table, Wutroow lowers herself to the ground and hugs the chair.
"I can't!" Wutroow exclaims through labored breathing, her eyes are tearing, she cannot breathe, she uses the chair for support as she attempts to stand and reclaim her chair.
"Their tongues!"
"Because lizards!"
"The Mitth lizards!"
They raise their glasses of alcohol and toast. Samakro mockingly glares at Wutroow and dramatically points the finger of anger.
"There is no way I can face Thrawn or take my senior captain seriously now that he is a damn lizard."
"You're welcome," Wutroow raises her glass again and drinks.
It wasn't until the friends parted that Wutroow realized that Samakro did not reveal what he did to keep himself sane. A matter for another time indeed.