Stazz, not used to this open display of ‘friendliness in such a large city of pinkskins, displayed a deep and infectious grin of crooked teeth. He replied with a wry grin: “Mi shupposhe tha’ mi hash grand aspiraimations ta elevaimate mi plache in shocietee”.
The goblin pauses and looks around, as he finds it quite strange that a well dressed pinkskin would single out a goblin until something ‘clicks’ in his head he says: “Mi shupposhe lat ave a proposhition for mi?”