ME: The insurance salesman from Fomalhaut.
SECOND HALCYONIAN: I think so. His name, I believe, is Lar Luk. You could look him up in the city register.
ME: I sure will. And thank you, folks.
FIRST HALCYONIAN: You're wasting your time, Mr. Terra.
ME: No, that's my planet. My name is Trumple.
FIRST HALCYONIAN: Well, Terra or whatever your name is, you won't sell any of those dohinkuses here.
Well, that's the conversation, boss. Half an hour later, the two Halcyonians got their breathing vents ruptured in the air-raid and died of strangulation. I'll bet you're glad I didn't sell those two policies!
Yours still hopefully,
Sammy Trumple
P.S. I intend to look up this guy from Fomalhaut.