[Sounds like racial profiling at its finest. But Namur's used to that whaleshit, and he thinks this guy's kind of funny. He waits until Jaco's within reach- which for Namur, being eight feet tall and long in the arms and in the torso, happens to be a bit further away than most people are used to- and drops a hand on the little man's shoulder, propelling him up close so he can then drape his arm across the man's back as if they're the oldest of buddies.]

How's it goin', man? Nice t' see y' here. Ain't these some weirdass lookin' bastards? 'S like someone took a buncha good ideas an' mangled 'em all int' this sorry lot. Sheheheh!