We met you in a skeezy bar at home on Tatooine. I should have seen it then that you were just a money fiend. Profit from our desperation, credits on your mind. We could buy our own ship for what you're asking for a ride. I understand it's business and you're not here to make friends. You know what we're up against, go pay your debts instead. These people call it "spice" cause they're too tense to call it "dope." From giggledust to glitterstim it covers the full scope. In our eyes illegal spice is something that we're after. Getting high, we'll pay the price. Black market growing faster. From Kessle mines to Emerald Square, your profits consume all your care. Suicide assault, we fail it's not your fault, but your help would be most welcome. I'd almost rather die than have you save my life. You'll be out of a job when they legalize this spice.