Barcode, whose head was covered in barcodes, cleared his throat and tapped on the table, gesturing to the Fabricator, "Hey, look here... I am fully in charge of this negotiation."
"You?"
The Fabricator glanced at Barcode and his aura began to turn dangerous. He issued a sharp female voice, "I have shown my sincerity by coming here to negotiate personally. Are you insulting me by having an unassimilated lackey negotiate with me?"
If it weren't for the fact that he desperately wanted to complete a deal with the Foundation, the Fabricator would have already lashed out violently. Among the four high-order members of Absurd Words, he had the best temperament, but he was no Mr. Nice Guy who could be insulted without getting angry.
