"Haven't the foggiest, kid. I'm sure someone's sellin' one at the bazaar we're orbitin'..." He continues drinking his bourbon, but it's a futile attempt. Whoever this kid is, he's either stupid or just has the biggest pair of brass balls to keep annoying the customers around him.

"What do I look like, a masseuse?" He scoffs. "Throw the bartender a few credits, I'm sure she'll be more'n happy to oblige ya..." As the liquor starts to soak in, his accent grows stronger with his disparaging words.