Drake

Zemi Dreigiau

Script

*door closes*

Drake: He's always so... difficult.

Zemi: And that's your son Junior. As in... Drake Junior?

Drake: That is what the humans call him.

Zemi: That's not what you call him?

Drake: I call him Boy.

Zemi: Not many options there.

Drake: My wife has come up with more creative things to call him.

Zemi: Oh? And what does she have to say about me suddenly staying here?

Drake: Not much, though... she makes enough food to feed an army.