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What Tiths do.
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Still at the restaurant, Picknar said, “I know you don’t believe we’re who we say we are, but if you’d like to ask us questions separately, I’m sure we’d answer the same.” With disdain, Knox replied, “that might work, if you weren’t so well practiced.” Picknar goes on to explain, “sigh. Listen, our planet of Tithoron and our system’s fifth planet Qourean, are both mineral rich. Specifically with minerals which are good for building spaceships. And so ships have been our major export. It’s been globalized, so there are really three main corporations which produce this stuff.” Thoos chimed in, “my parents own the best one.” To which, Picknar said, “Thoos here, apparently had gobbets of money and then blew it in order to have fun slumming it.” Indignant, Thoos said, “hey, I worked hard to blow that money fantastically. Something you wouldn’t know anything about.” Exasperated, Picknar said, “I certainly wouldn’t.”
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