Remember: everything Limerick The Protogen says is made up.

*Limerick was walking around the ship, fiddling with his claws. He had just finished fixing the bathrooms inside of the Space Ship. He was rather annoyed. He didn't enjoy being considered a lower-class just for existing; he couldn't even get a proper job. He was regularly pushed down to have a worse-pay than other people. He was meant to be a "service"; but he just felt angry. He'd head toward the cafeteria, a frown on his vizor.*