This is not helping anyone’s anxiety, I’m sure.
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(Guards going through party’s things)
(Guard holding Lysander’s helm)
Guard 1: Whao- ho- ho- ho! Caught ourselves a general! Nice!
How much you reckon his family’ll pay for him?
Guard 2: Can’t be no general! This kid can’t be more than 22, 23 maybe.
Guard 1: Nah brah, humans just Look Like That.
Lysander: I’m an imperial legatus, serial number three–
Guard 1: Did we tell you you could talk, Sunshine?
Guard 3: Alright, get undressed. All o’ yez.
Bradley: (nervously) W-why do we need to get undressed?
Guard 3: So’s we can make sure you’re not secreting anything away underneath your clothes. Why, you got somethin’ to hide, pretty boy?