[It's hard to keep the mirthless laughter away, and in the end, he compromises with a loop-sided grin. Slag it to the Pit, but let it be known that Devcon the bounty hunter, once a Peace Marshal, isn't going down.]

...friends, huh? As long as you don't try to become my partner, it could work. [Because partners, they get in the way, or are useful for a while... then you dump them in deep space, with a survival suit and a tracking beacon. Yup, better be friends, little organic.]

As for cheering me up - ever heard of engergon? A drink wouldn't hurt.