(Someone had a mispronunciation accident, this was the result)

Wolverine: Oranges

“Just a warning, Ambassador Maliik suffers from Ekkritism,” Rael murmured into Shayde’s ear.

“Aye? And what’s that when it’s at home?”

Translation: I know you’re trying to tell me something, but I have no idea what it means.

“He unfortunately mispronounces all names as common nouns with seemingly no relation to the original name.”

“Oh, this is gonna be fun…” Translation: call Security now and save everyone the bother.

Ambassador Maliik entered the chamber with minor pomp appropriate to a small Ambassadorial negotiation. There was a brown-suited attendant with a view screen on hir chest.

“Table the JOAT,” Maliik grinned. He shook Rael’s hand.

The view screen read, Rael.

“And this must be the galactic-level famous Ambassador Blanket.”

The screen now said, Shayde.

“And ye canna say ‘rail’ or 'shade’, then?”

“Of course not. Those aren’t your names.”

“Let it go,” said Rael. “Please. Before there’s an incident.”

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