“Taking your appearance and skill level into account, it has been decided that you would thrive best among the lee-zurd species on Yoo-suk.” “You… suck?” I repeated, and he nodded. “Oh, okay, cool, just wanted to be sure my brain hadn’t collapsed. Um, where exactly is—” “The planet of trade,” he added, a hint of smug delight in his otherwise droll tone. “It is the least civilized of the two—entirely without technology and indoor plumbing. You will have great difficulty lowering our IQ average from there.” “Oh, don’t hold back,” I deadpanned. “Tell the audience how you really feel.”
