Admittedly, Clarinet was quite glad that Kelvin had accepted his hand so readily. He knew that Kelvin could, at times be a creature of pride. Of course he was certain that Kelvin had known much the same of his as well. As a result, he was glad that just this once it had seemed that pride didn't win out over practicality. Whatever particular biological frequency had been played from that tape must have been a rather potent one. Then again, he'd never witnessed that kind of thing, and he hadn't seen many of Kelvin's species mediate.<br/><br/>That made the Namekian think about whether or not all Frost Demons would have reacted that way to any sort of rhythm geared toward that kind of thing.<br/><br/>Once Kelvin had gestured to him again, he continued to follow along. Despite what had happened, Clarinet didn't really seem to be afraid at all by any of it, though some of that was probably just because of the influence of his species. It was often difficult for outsiders to tell when a Namekian of the warrior class was showing any sort of strong emotion. It was easy, however, to see any sort of emotion on those who weren't. Warrior types made up a relatively small proportion of the total Namekian population as well.<br/><br/>Irrespective of what Kelvin had been thinking with his words, Clarinet took them as a bit of a joke, and ultimately had elected to utilize his own comedy as well. "If you want your head to blow up, then my antenna beam can be charged up fast."<br/><br/>His little routine was quickly and quite rudely interrupted. There was actually a voice here and it was speaking to them. Nevertheless, the voice in question seemed to be mechanical. Considering the wide variety of organisms that he had come across in his travels, though, he didn't put it past some of them to regularly incorporate machine parts. Cyborgs were, of course, at least somewhat common in the universe.<br/><br/>Voices here, however, seemed to resemble the past artificial intelligence that he had already spoken with, assuming that intelligence too was indeed artificially. "This species certainly seemed to need a great deal of doors, didn't they?" While it might have seemed like an inane observation, the chambers certainly did seem unusually constructed. Namekians largely lived in prefabricated white stone huts that had basic openings. They almost looked more grown than built, which might have caused his surprise at this. This looked far more planned than anything that would have been in common use on his home planet at all.<br/><br/>At least the scanning that once more interrupted his speech and thoughts was apparently harmless. Then again, some species were highly sensitive to X-rays. Since Namekians were, in a way, plants he hadn't the slightest idea what this was going to do to him. Clarinet silently hoped that the mission wasn't going to give him some sort of dread disease. Those tori didn't exactly look like the safest things around, but after everything that they had been through it might have been the least of his concerns.<br/><br/>A snort was all Clarinet needed to shoot an icy cold stare at Kelvin. Apparently he was actually quite sensitive about the unusual way that they addressed him and the fact that they had asked him not to reproduce. "Oh yeah, you think that's so funny? Well at least my parent didn't have to screw...well...someone to make me!" The fact that Clarinet had used parent in the singular was probably going to get him even more ridiculed by Kelvin. He had just set himself up for it completely. When it came down to it, Clarinet could very well have played as the straight man if they were actually going to do any sort of a standup act. He would have played the part well even if he hadn't actually realized what he was doing really.<br/><br/>With the way that they had been saying Goki, Clarinet wasn't entirely sure if that was the name of an individual in this case or not. The 'Great Goki' might very well have been the top official amongst them. If that was the case, then he sincerely wondered if the person in question were long dead. This machinery could be working based on computer coded software that was centuries old, and simply continued to dutifully carry out the last series of orders that anyone had ever thought to give it. That had a sort of wistful sense to it, but even Clarinet had to admit that it was a sad thing to think.<br/><br/>All of the things that Kelvin had been saying about how Namekians weren't like Saiyans the like were just making him more and more embarrassed. He guessed that the other hadn't ever thought of the fact that they reproduced asexually before. Eventually the emotions had just gotten more and more bottled up over time. It was becoming a major annoyance that had to be answered.<br/><br/>"Well, if it helps, then I find the idea of sexual...contact to be absolutely disgusting!"<br/><br/>Being from a species like his, Clarinet thought that the idea that other species would willingly join in that manner seemed incredibly unclean. The Namekian way was superior, he thought, for a variety of reasons. It also seemed to be much safer than the way that other species, well, did it.<br/><br/>The vomit comment kind of made it worse, but by this point he had actually smirked. "Well, to be honest I wasn't thinking of producing seed eggs any time soon. The warrior class usually isn't responsible for clan reproduction anyway."<br/><br/>Apparently the way that he had made it sound was that only certainly Namekians were permitted to produce offspring. If they all had, then they probably could have become overpopulated very quickly anyway. Still, they could also raise entire armies in the blink of an eye as a result, even if the vast majority of their people were peaceful and not violent in any fashion.