<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210207/d0e4689665395f5d1dbb55df45a2e458.png)</div><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/LdtbnxL.jpg)</div><br/>“No.” The krogan said firmly, shaking his head with a slow, deliberate jerk. “She actually<em>shot</em>me. Right here!” Kadok pointed to his right shoulder. Any signs of injury have long healed, but with the regenerative properties of a krogan that would come as no surprise. “She nearly blasted my shoulder right off!" With a long sigh, Kandok slumped forward and thumped against the table. It groaned, the bottle of scotch wobbled and threatened to spill, but nothing seemed to commit to the task just yet. Either in sympathy to the krogan’s plight or a little luck for Drack’s evening of unwinding with a friend.<br/><br/>“I’m gettin’ too old for this shit.” The words were muffled against the table, but Kandok spoke on anyway, heedless on if Drack had a hard time hearing him or not. “My Ness wants kids… where are we gonna raise them? And have you<em>seen</em>her biotics? She’d make a thresher maw moist in the nethers if they ever saw how destructive she could get. With little ones running around -no doubt inheriting their mother’s temper- how am I going to survive all of that? I’m nearing eight-hundred years, Drack.”<br/><br/>Finally, Kandok slowly lifted his head but remained slumped on the table theatrically. “She may have just reached her matron age… but have you any idea what it’s like being with an insatiable woman? An insatiable and<em>demanding</em>woman? Would have been easier two hundred years ago. But now? I actually want her to break my hips so I can have a break… Only that probably wouldn’t stop her blue ass.”