'Round these here parts there's three kinds of people. Goons, friends of goons, and faggots.

Now it's real obvious who's a goon, and it's real easy to make friends with 'em cause they're so trusting and naive. Shit, you get friendly with the goons and they'll not only invite you to dinner, but they'll even let you camp up in the hayloft and maybe even fuck their sister. Or show you pictures of their sister fingering another chick.

Once you get used to it, life amongst the goons is downright idyllic. You get lots of money without hardly trying and there's always some hootin' an' hollerin' excitement a-goin' on. You might even get yerself one o' them-thar spacestations 't look after, if you can keep it.

But don't let them catch you being a faggot. Ain't nothing those goons hate more than faggotry from someone who ain't a goon like they is. And once they catch a whiff of pubbie faggot on ya, well boy, you might as well just pack your shit and head for empire because a mob of goons will drag ass all over 0.0 just to ruin your day. And goons don't never get over a grudge.

In fact, it seems that lots of times the goons will make friends just secretly hoping that one day that friend will turn out to be a faggot after all, just so they have more people for their endless feudin' and fightin'.

It's just their way, ain't no understandin' it.