Oh, pardon me, sir, but have you a jogan to spare for a starving youth?

(Laying it on very thick, almost mocking) A thousand apologies, good, gracious, compassionate sir. I mean thee no inconvenience. I bade thee, good morrow. (Walks to edge of stage. aside) Fools! Let ignorant eyes be blinded, for he who possesses no competence sees no truth. I have stolen their commlink, and now I will use it to aid that poor gent, Yoffar, though he would do not the same for me.

Keep thy thanks, sir, I need them not. Thou canst don me something more precious than thy thanks: a meal. I bid thee, sir, thank you, for these jogans will feed me handsomely for the next fortnight.