What? You still here?
Dammit. I guess those mutant snake-croc-piranhas I dumped in Darths Lake haven't quite matured yet.
Either that or they saw you and got a bit concerned about their cholesterol levels.
I guess I'll have to talk to Mrs H about plan B.
Now now. This is a time for grace, Titus. Surely there's a hint of class buried somewhere in that shapely bod of yours, yes?