Konnichiwa, Finn-san

[Muramasa]

Hideo seemed to frown at the sole thought of "Iwankurry" in your mind. Wait, how would that be possible? Maybe he's dissimulating his dizziness better than you. Damn Kusari people...

"Now that's... extremely interesting, mister McCool. Not only I have the honor to meet a researcher, but also the head of the Confederation! I can now understand the need of this 'quality time'. I really, really know how it feels to forget about work by throwing a hell of party."

Now it wasn't a droid walking around anymore, but an actual human bartender whose looks reminds of the most classic ones working at Manhattan's spaceport bars. The man snorted at the smell of the crabcake he was about to serve to Hideo. Most delicious. But for now pay attention to him, would you kindly?

"You are right, the Omicrons offer plenty of choices when it comes to developing something really useful for humankind out of the research conducted there. Whatever artifacts, buildings and things that these... aliens left behind aeons ago still pose a challenge for people like you and me, mister McCool."

Now you can bet this is where it gets creepier.

"My Company has several items and on-going projects esteeming from them that may require of additional, experienced manpower. I can't really disclose the nature of the items right now due to 'top secret stuff' and bla-bla-bla. But I'm sure a man like is always up to overcome whatever challenge he's offered. And money of course! Don't you dare to think I'm some kind of beggar!"

Be honest, did you even listen to him at all? Or you're feeling better than before? That crabcake he's about to take a bite from looks tasty, hmm. Hideo offered you a fork.

"Oh but, where did I leave my manners? Don't you want to order some food, mister McCool? This crabcake tastes awesome, feel free to try this one. And then tell me about your thoughts on my proposal."