I looked him up and down. I'd never seen him before. However, in my position you have to be nice to the fans.
I said, "Woji doesn't bother me. I train on it." Suzi's words were still burning. I added, out of the side of my mouth, "If you really got it, you got it, and if you haven't you haven't and all the training in the world won't give it to you."
I flexed my muscles. "Woji isn't going to hurt a man like me."
He blinked in admiration. "Guess you're right at that, Champ," he said. "It's the second-raters that have to be watching everything they eat, everything they drink, everything they do."
"Right," I told him, condescendingly.
He climbed up on the stool next to me.
"Have a woji?" I asked him. I was glad to have his company; at least it'd keep my mind off Suzi.
"No thanks," he said, shuddering. "But I wouldn't mind a bloor."
So I ordered him a bloor and another double woji for me.
My new friend said hesitantly, "Champ, what'd 'ya think of these visitors, explorers, or whatever you want to call them, from Centaurus?"