βProtingas. Tauta aras nie zyemus. J'us madaβ¦β
He looksβ¦ Well, not excellent. Even Revβs dark hair has a shine to it, disheveled in just the right placesβor that may just be a trick of the light. Maul shrugs and he lazily asks, βKam isar j'us kais kia kristi?β
On todayβs new lesson, an ur-KittΓ’t phrase that should be more useful than you might anticipate:
Mes arΓ’s nenx ny gana kia kristi tu, kΓ’d mes valia bandymas.