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The last true veshch your humble narrator can remember, I was intending to snuff it. Those grahzny bratchnies, that sodding writer veck and his foul malenky droogs, they like played that music to make me do it. I jumped from that okno on my oddy knocky with the shoom of the stracky orchestra in my ears and the feeling of wanting to be sick all through my brooko...

But after that, bratties, I think I dreamed. These doctor vecks standing over my gulliver and all around my plott stood these devotchkas with these like masks covering their rots and their zoobies. And I could slooshy like chumbled golosses that made no sense, and there was this like von of vinegar and soap. Then I was feeling very fagged and fashed by that time and there were these like pains in my gulliver and my keeshka and my rot tasted of the red. After that it got very dark as if it were the nochy, O my little brothers and I dreamed no more.

If I had expected to wake at all, I would have thought I’d wake to a vredded plott and a bolshy great headache, in the old hospital, but I'm feeling right as right, my brothers. And all my lovely old things are here. Perhaps I did snuff it after all… But where then are Bog and all his holy angels and saints? He’d want to viddy my descent to Hell with his own two glazzballs, of that I am sure...

But, if this is not Hell, where then is it that I shall now be laying my gulliver down? My new domy, as it were?

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Business and commerce, brother?

Business and commerce, brother.

Without a strong command of universally understood language, how can you ever hope to establish a strong base with potential customers?

I do not believe I have any like potential customers, brother sir. And that being the case, my nadsat serves me just horrorshow. But I can govoreet like you and all these other vecks if I so choose, brother. To get my like point across, yes?

And what dost thou know about like business and commerce, then?

Well, not yet you don't have any potential customers, but if no one can understand the way you, uh, "govoreet" then you won't get any!

And Comrade, I know that business is the most beautiful, sacred, wonderful thing in the world!

Maybe so, but I don't know that I'd be able to itty about like a dobby salesman...

What is it that you do for a rabbit, my bratty?

Well, I'm very sorry to hear that Comrade.

I'm an Alpha Plus, and a Prefect for the Factory.

What's an Alpha Plus? And which factory would that be, brother?

What veshches didst this factory of yours like produce?

An Alpha plus is the most responsible and capable of the working Factory employee's, and I work for the Factory, not just a Factory.

And the Factory produces everything!

Righty right, then. What's the Factory?

So canst thou like supply things to them that are on this sodding ship?

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2/2 - He fixes on the important parts

Prefect likes that you called him Brother :D

I thought he might! The start of a very bizarre friendship, perhaps? :P

Perhaps! When he tries hard he understands what you're saying, which is a start!

That's a good thing! Alex is kinda...irritated that no one gets what he's talking about. :P

Prefect is a lot smarter than he acts, and it's not THAT hard to figure out what Alex means!

He...kinda wants to know if Prefect can get him a razor.

Prefect probably can't :c but he'll try!

That's all Alex asks. :|