The Zoner Conference

[Quorg]

A man with an average build, a dark brown beard, platinum-framed sunglasses, and a white suit adorned by gold frills and platinum rings strolls out of a private hangar. He wears ridiculously high, cork-soled platform shoes with polished brown leather straps. Dark chest hair pokes out of the top of his suit jacket; no shirt is visible underneath. He is accompanied by four scantily-clad young women, sporting little more than strategically-placed gold and silver jewelry. One of them holds a large umbrella over his head as he walks, while another spreads rose petals from a silver basin in his path. The third waves a large fan of brightly colored feathers towards the man, while the fourth carries a large, patent-leather bag with embedded diamonds, slung across her left shoulder and carrying a boom box blasting disco music on the right, following the group closely.

As the entourage enters the house, they take their place in the back of the room where the others are gathered. As the man takes his seat, he removes his sunglasses and places them in a pocket hidden in his jacket. From the same pocket, he produces a simple black pen and a pad of notebook paper. The women with the umbrella and the fan continue their work as he takes his seat, while the one with the rose petals sits on his left knee. The woman with the boom box turns it off and places it on the ground. She also hoists the large bag off and sets it down at his feet and lies there, gazing around the room attentively.

Jonah Robinson looks up at the assembly and waits in silence.

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ATTENTION SMUGGLERS
The Midnight Express: A Slaver <strike>who doesn't completely realize what he's doing.</strike> (video)

Quorg, you're officially a moron.

...mongs like Quorg being like a malignant little cancer...

Way to be useless, Quorg.