MIRACLE METALS, CORUSCANT
The reception droid cleared its "throat". "I assure you, Mister Beron," it replied, "that a thorough inspection of our plant will reveal it is ENTIRELY up to code. I am going to summon our foreman, Link Tarack, to assist you in this matter."
"No need," said Link Tarack, a burly, ruddy-faced man of about forty-five. Some strange lesions were spread all down his hirsute arms. "Sir? Come with me." He had a cigon dangling from his blubbery lips, and his hard hat was worn askew.