"Can you please stop boarding my ship without permission?" He asked exasperatedly.

"No can do, champ! I gotta keep you on your toes!" she replied, swinging from the rafters of his bay area.

"Would you at least come down, Tribi?" He tapped his foot impatiently. "I'm kind of in the middle of an intergalactic turf war!"

"You want help?"

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"Fine!"