*Deac walks into a gun store*
Gimme... one of those plasma rilfes, that rail gun, that repeater, that fusion cutter and a pack of grenades. Oh, and some mines
Storekeep: Anything else?
Gimme one of those cool eye scanner thingys.
Storekeep: That'll be 10000 credits.
Well, um, you see, I'm a little short of cash, but...
*At that moment, the creature mysteriously leaps out of nowhere and kills the storekeep. Deac ducks underneath a fusion cannon display.*
Deac: Purveyor of Fine Quality Postage Since 2001