Thats a mighty purty looking mouth you got there..





Banjo-Playing Inbreds, Inc.:

Well - it had to happen. You leave a settler family on a lonely, isolated planet, and next thing you know Ma, Pa, Billy Bob and Mary Lou are all sharing the same bed. Few generations later an’ you git yourself a family tree that looks like a dang tumbleweed.

Our ships of Her Majesty's Flying Inbreds (HMFI) are some of the most feared in the galaxy. Not coz of even the slightest tactical threat, but coz of the sexual antics our boys get up to with any captured capsulteer.

So if you’re not from this here parts you best mosey on now before we make you drop them britches.

Banjo-Playing Inbreds - because in space nobody can hear you squeal like a pig.