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Prymaat:
(Reading Cosmopolitan magazine and sighing) Is the light keeping you awake?

Beldar:
No

Prymaat:
(more sighing)

Beldar:
Your breathing has become erratic. A torg for your thoughts.

Prymaat:
Beldar, are you content with me?

Beldar:
Of course, why would I not be? Now, I would like to enter my slar phase.

Prymaat:
Let us suppose, for some reason, my life functions ceased. What would you do?

Beldar:
I would incinerate your carcass in the tradition of Ovahdar the Obtuse and put it in a clean, dry place.

Prymaat:
Would you find a new genetomate to bring to our guz chamber and propagate?

Beldar:
Ah, my most precious one, I would collapse. I would draw the shades and I would live in the dark. I would never get out of my slar pad or clean myself. My fluids would coagulate, my cone would shrivel, and I would die, miserable and lonely. The stench would be great.

Prymaat:
Oh Beldar, you have made me very happy.

Beldar:
Yes, I know. Good night.