[PatrickHenry]

A mucus-covered fungoid looked over at me and sneered: "We don't want your kind in here, Sapiens!"

[Junior]

A mucus-covered fungoid looked over at me and sneered: "We don't want your kind in here, Sapiens!"

"One of these days you'll evolve into something sentient," Slim sneered. He slapped a ten credit coin onto the bar. "Barkeep," he said to the two-and-a-half meter felinoid using its claws to pick dishwasher spots from a beer stein. "I need some information."