Wayward Galaxy

Lemmed it.

Toxic Masculinity Personified: “Hello, do you speak English? It's the language that I speak and I wish to communicate with you. Does my saying a lot of words in a language you seem to have no awareness of help with this communication?”

Native: “Um agbo ura?”

TMP: “English, you know, American? I'm from a far away world, one that your ancestors may have come from too, we have a single theory based on scant evidence that you're a descendant of us.”

Native: “Oolah fizz walla.”

TMP: (points at flag).

Native: “Ohsay! Ah yes, of course I speak, ug ug, Brodie; it's the main language my people use to communicate with one of the most important systems in our entire, ooga, culture. Grunt grunt. I'm sorry I didn't communicate more clearly when you were clearly speaking my language; you said English, but because we call it Brodie I'd not realised it was the same language. How foolish I feel.”

TMP: “If only there were some way I could understand what you were saying. Still you're hot, the only female in this book (aside from the android), and in my opinion (and despite evidence to the contrary) probably simple minded which I find attractive rather than troubling; maybe there will be a romance between us later in this book?”