The slaves of Plagueis are many
But they hardly make our Clan a penny.
Before the slave ship can fill
Selika swoops in for the kill
And then Telyas is left with hardly any.

A love poem slipped under the door of Selika's quarters by an anonymous admirer:

What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more

I don't know why you're so Krath
I give you my love, but get your wrath
So what is light and what is dark?
Gimme a sith

What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more

Oh, I don't know, who should I kill?
Turel or Vorsa, it's up to you
I’ll kill NPC’s, just me and you
I can't go on

What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more

Want to get it on, no other PCON
This is our house, our clan
Stay up until dawn, never will be gone
Is it love?

What is love?
Baby don't hurt me
Don't hurt me
No more
What is love?

(To the tune of: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEXWRTEbj1I)

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