rokin: mmmmmm! (a loud screech fills the air, he hands toron some earphones, not shore why he doesn't kill him)
(a wave of a strange glow appears, as it passes, it knocks rokin to the floor, and tears his stiches on his mouth, so he can just manage to get words out)
rokin: who mmr ya? mmmmz ya doin here? ( he tears at his stiches so they come looser, until they are hanging out of his mouth) hey! who are ya! hope yo like my little prezzie! sorries, hasn't talked in agez, pleaz exuzzy my languagzez!
ooc: his language will become better the more people talk, and after a while, he'll talk with proper grammer.
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