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[usfuzzies]

Harry Mudd is one of our new vendors.

Harry Mudd.

If you're considering buying anything -- houseplant, pet, 'innocent decoration', from that man-- consider otherwise. He's a menace and he should be banned from being within twenty meters of livestock and produce let alone handling it-!

If he tells you it's neutered don't believe him, if he tells you it's 'not dangerous' remember that some systems only define 'dangerous' as 'predatory, noxious, or aggressive'. Gimlian moss barnacles aren't dangerous by that definition, and they've destroyed more ships with clogged fuel exhaust ports than I've had field rations.

Harry Mudd-!

[He cuts the feed with a wordless snarl of frustration]

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[folkscallmewander]

[Well, Ben looks absolutely livid about this Harry. Surely he can't be as bad as he makes him out to be.]

Maybe he doesn't realize how those barnacles can hurt ships! Didja ever tell him?

[usfuzzies]

[Wander has a way of deflating Ben from an indignant state.]

He's not selling moss barnacles-- or, hell, I hope he's not. That was an example of the ways that the legal definition and the real definition of 'not dangerous' can be pretty different.

He's been told. I'll tell him to his face, next time I see him, but he thinks profit outweighs ecological disasters.

[folkscallmewander]

Well then! Maybe he just needs a good talkin'-to from a bunch people and he'll realize the error of his ways!

I can even come with ya!

[Obviously, this is going to help.]

[usfuzzies]

[Ben considers Wander being within the area of effect of Mudd's effusively obfuscating salesmanship. It's horrifying.]

No, son. That's okay. I'll be fine on my own. You just steer clear of him, all right-?

[folkscallmewander]

[Tell Wander to stay away from somewhere? Sure, he'll listen.

For a while.]

You sure? Don'tcha think it'd be better if all of us go?

[usfuzzies]

No, kid, that's all right. It'll just be a friendly scientific talk.