"I like it hot." he responds in his smooth growling voice.  "Thank God for environmental suits, though, sucks having sweat in your armor."  He stretches his arms and back and takes some deep breaths.  "Mmm...nice and dry."<br/><br/>Suddenly he whips out his blaster and takes a rodent out, as well as a small chunk of earth.  "God I love that sound, and not having to worry about putting holes in the pressurized cabin and killing everyone is just gravy."<br/><br/>He spins his blaster about, takes out a bird, blows on it, and holsters it.  "Sweet destruction.  Nothing makes you feel like a man better than killing things."