A neon pink protocol droid greets guests as they enter, gesturing to a small console. "Please make your credit contribution as you enter. Two thousand credits for established merchants," it adds fussily, "500 for neophytes, and 100 for historians who wish to document His Elder Exaltedness's words for posterity." Trunks enters and pauses at the droids words...He reaching into his credit pouch and then eyes the droid with a confused expression "A whadee bantha romp be a neofight mean? A wha dat?" "HO HO HO." The Hutt holds up a hand, speaking with sharp precision. An interesting perspective...