Hello. Ah. Uh, I'm an Akrennian trader. I wonder if we might sneak a peek at the new...

Preed: [attempting to pass himself and Stith off as slave traders and Korso as a slave] Hello. Ah. Uh, I'm an Akrennian trader. I wonder if we might sneak a peek at the new shipment before they go on the market. Slave Trader Guard: You're not allowed. Preed: Traditionally, no. You're absolutely right. But you see, I need a new slave rather badly. [slaps Korso] Preed: Stop fidgeting, worm! And I can't wait till auction. I have to be on the shuttle. I have an appointment to have my ear shaved. It has to be booked months in advance. You see my problem. Slave Trader Guard: Hmm. You're lying. He's not a slave, and you're not traders. Preed: But... Slave Trader Guard: [pointing to Korso] He doesn't carry himself like a slave. Look at the way he stands. Probably ex-military. Preed: How... Slave Trader Guard: Akrennian traders always threaten before they ask a favor. It's tradition. [to Stith] Slave Trader Guard: And your robes are made out of bedspreads. Preed: Ah. Just out of curiosity, did we have a plan " B"? [Stith knocks the guard out] Preed: Hmm. An intelligent guard. Didn't see that one coming.