"Our business?" Snaga laughs. "I dunno about da snakey guy, but Mike an I 'ere crashed afta being shot down trying to<span style="font-style: italic">protect</span>dis entire worldfrom da Bloody Handz tribe of Orkish Pirates. We'z ain't got much choice in bein' 'ere, an' all I wanna do is get outta 'ere, an' maybe 'ave a bit of a laff along the way, yanno?"<br/><br/>She laughs, leaning on her gun. Humans are always easy to deal with,  or so Snaga thinks, so a giant one (right?) should be just as easy<br/><br/>"If it wuzn't fer people like Mike an I, dey'd have come down in big numbers, I mean more dan most can  count, an' stripped dis world bare of anythin that can be used fer food, fuel, or buildin'! It's what most of my race do"