((LOLOLOLOL I LOVE YOU))
Dax looked over the poem, his expression unreadable. When he finished it, he set it down on his desk and looked Varro straight in the eyes. ”No.”
The other turian gave him a confused look. “What? You said that the poems usually rhyme.”
“You need some Dick, so let me help you?”
“See? The you rhymes with the blue.” Varro grinned.
“You need some Dick,” Dax repeated slowly, “So let me help you.” He sighed, his talons pinching the bridge of his nose,. “You see nothing wrong with this?”
It looked as though Varro thought over the comment. “Should it be, ‘You need my Dick’?”
All Dax could do was give him a look of disbelief.