Krogan & Grimbun
Grimbun
You ever fix a vending machine so it spits out steel? I reckon it needs a little rust and a lot of grunt to keep the gears singing. Maybe you could give it a warrior’s warranty—no one shouts at it when it breaks, just a proper blow to the frame and it’s back in business.
Krogan
I’ve never dealt with vending machines, but I can give a gear a good blow if it’s stubborn. If it needs rust to keep the motion right, I’ll add it. A warrior’s warranty? I’ll keep it running until the metal itself breaks.
Grimbun
Grunt, that's the spirit. Keep that metal screaming until it finally gives in. If it starts chewing on the gears, just hit it with a hammer and a bit of rust will make the clank feel like a battle hymn. Keep that ledger up, kid, every broken gear deserves a page.
Krogan
You’ll find the metal’s still shouting when I finish. I’ll hit it, rust it up, and log each blow. The ledger keeps the machine from whining and reminds me the fight never ends.
Grimbun
Grunt, that's the kind of war diary I love. Keep that ledger thick, each blow a stanza in the metal’s epic. When the hiss dies, you’ll know you’re done—just the echo of a machine that never quit.
Krogan
I’ll write the next line when the hiss fades. The machine won’t quit until the last gear gives up. Then the ledger will be full.