I believe Taako is one of those people who always serves their conversations with a side of nug-shit. It's endearing, in a way that is also infuriating. (I believe I'm getting the hang of this).
Yes, well, some are born great. Some have greatness thrust upon them. Others seem to catch it, rather like a plague, only of complimentary fabrics rather than seeping pustules.
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Yes, well, some are born great. Some have greatness thrust upon them. Others seem to catch it, rather like a plague, only of complimentary fabrics rather than seeping pustules.
[And there's a brief pause before the next line.]
Yes, as am I.