Marco only stood and blinked at the sudden waterfall of verbal assault pouring over him; it wasn't that he was shocked into silence, but more that he had to reconfigure his initial assessment that the nubby-horned thing was going to be an easy taarget to pick on. Here, clearly, was someone deserving of more energy and attention. Especially since he fully intended to hold his ground as top whiner in town.

"Okay, dude, listen up. You're new here, so I'm gonna go easy on you. But first, at least I don't look like a rotting zombie; second, we rule by democracy where I come from, therefore I earned my position by consensus of the public opinion; sub-point second, I could seriously like put you down in a fight so don't even go there; third, it's totally a party because I said so; fourth, thank you; finally, no, that's just how I greet gross-looking alien dudes. What planet are you from, huh?"