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[The alien doesn't seem to be paying attention as they lean down and scoop up a case of beers. When Dus'te yells at them again, they grunt, rolling their eyes.]
Wish you had killed me, be doing me a favor.
[They tip their hat, and fake the accent of a well-adjusted person.]
Anywho, top of the morning Clay Brimstone. I'm ready to take my place.