— Uh, I get it. It would be nice if you could do it faster, because who knows what might happen to my property in the meantime, but if it's not possible to set out right now, then I understand. Damn, listen, don't you think they've been... you know... doing things to each other all this time? No... That can't be. Look at this photo, — he shows Klin the photo of Chikan again, — he's an ugly brute, isn't he? No woman would want him, right? Compare him to my noble features, my luxurious hair, and my awe-inspiring beard! And my physique is perfect; just look at these muscles, hardened by thousands of hours of training, — the slave owner takes off his cloak and shows Klin his bicep, — well? Isn't it true?
—You are absolutely right, sir. Your social status alone clearly shows the difference between you and that despicable criminal, who not only escaped himself but also stole another of your possessions. If he hadn't fled into the desert, in your anger, you would undoubtedly have twisted him into a scorpion's tail.