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<span class="mu-b">"...Sorry I couldn't be there in person, Ully'Andule, Child of Eleven Stars. I'm a bit preoccupied. Plus with that habit of yours to release sickness and the bioweapons; I figure my robots will be the best fit for you."</span>
"IT'S TWELVE STARS NOW, FOOL! UNHAND ME AT ONCE YOU STINKING, DISGUSTING PRIMATE! You even took my tactile gold; my accessories!? Those represent my very personhood. I am a <span class="mu-i">noble</span>! My life is worth a hundred servants it would take to make such fine body-jewelry!"
<span class="mu-b">"No can do; after all, you don't want anything getting in the way of your next <span class="mu-i">performance</span>."</span>
"What are you talking about? I am not performing for <span class="mu-i">you</span>, ever! Filthy, lowborn scum! You are not worth even a single note I could sound from my fingertips!"
<span class="mu-b">"...See, the real trouble was the Aristocrat "death orgasm", we called it. Back when we had the Hazaar around; Wrix Val deemed it important to find the absolute most painful sensation for a Hazaari and manufacture it. While you <span class="mu-i">are</span> a little bit more advanced then a Hazaar is, I would hope the physical effects would be similar at least. It's an acid compound that softens the soft-chitin exoskeleton skin and stops the nerves from sending signals back to the brain as they are dissolved. Thus, the normal Hazaar immune response to tell the brain a limb or section of flesh is missing never happens, so the phantom signals still go to the brain either way. Our scientists aren't sure if the Aristocrats work the same way; after all you die so much prettier then they do, but we figure if we can stop too much of the damage signal from going to your brain at once; maybe we can prevent it?"</span>
"Erhm... wait a moment... you're- you're not going to ransom me back? I am a very wealthy noble, you know!"
<span class="mu-b">"Yeah, but we already got your treasure trove of people turned instruments. In fact, that's exactly why I hooked up a microphone to your little tank there; along with my nice AI helper to lower you in bit by bit; and pull back when you need a moment to breathe. I know how much you like music, so I'm going to broadcast every sound you make to the rest of the <span class="mu-i">Galactic Society of Aristocrats</span>; that way none of that emotion and passion is lost! I'm sure some of them will remix it into something truly special. I know art is your greatest calling; so it's best for it not to go to waste!"</span>
"W-Wait a second, your Majesty! I'm sure we can negotiate som-"
<span class="mu-s">-TRANSMISSION TERMINATED-</span>
