Doc: Where the heck are you going?
Mukh: I can't watch!
Tivk: Doctor ... you are a competent surgeon but this is ill advised.
Tivk: Do not encourage him. This is suicide.
Doc: Oh for ... I'm shaving. Just shaving. I'm just glad I packed the old razor in my kit. I never thought we'd be stuck out here this long in ... whatever the hell this is.
Tivk: You are a doctor. Why would you want to scrape hair off your neck and face with a piece of razor sharp steel? You are placed a cutting implement in deadly proximity to your jugular vein and carotid artery. How do you ignore this?
Doc: Guys, human males do this all the time. I'm nearly done. I just like a truly close shave. Riasi likes it too. This straight razor was my dad's and his dad's.
Tivk: Did they slit their throats with it?
Doc: Wha ... no! They lived to ripe old ages.
Mukh: Mammals. All that silly hair ... and lactation! When you aren't shaving or consuming dairy you're mating. Wait, you ripen with age too? Eeeeew eeew eeew!
Tivk: Poising that steel millimeters from your life's blood. There are depilatories and electric shavers ... electrolysis treatment ... tweezers even.
Nok: Terrans shaving are awesome. How often? Once a year? Twice?
Doc: Almost ... everyday for me. Every other day for some.
Mukh: This is insane. Even the closer human-forms don't shave their necks.
Doc: you'd be amazed how hard we humans have to try to keep from laughing at neckbeards.
Nok: Pussies. I want to shave something.
Tivk: I need a bowl of sand to shift through my fingers. Or better yet my toes.
Mukh: This is payback for the mac and cheese experiment, right?
Doc: ... hahahahahahahaha! Anyway I'm finished.
Nok: Shave something else. Now!