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Wrex's upper lip flared into a snarl. “How about some nice, charbroiled salarian for dinner? I’d savor every crunch from your wimpy bones, then pick my teeth clean with them when I was done!”
“No need for violence. Just need you to hold still. Please. For your safety.” Mordin’s hand hovered above Wrex’s thigh as he clutched a large, hollow needle. “If you like, closing eyes best. Out of sight, out of mind. Think of fellow krograns.”
“FINE. But only because you asked nicely.” Trembling, Wrex shut his eyes tight.
Mordin grinned. “See! Easy. Already over.”
“THAT HURT, YOU BASTARD!”