Intergalactic Summit

I knew there was a reason you kept offering storage space for all my old belongings boss.

And the chaos continues.

Oh come now...surely you don't actually think that is what a "bikini wax" is? I'm a prudish Amarr and even I know what she meant.

She may have misunderstood, however I would not be surprised in the least if there really are Gallente who wore such apparel. Stereotypically they have few limits on decency.

I am not familiar with Gallente fashion, you seem to likely know more than I.

I said "stereotypically" for a reason, as there are always exceptions. However, I still would not be surprised in the least if your prediction occurs.

Most likely.

I am aware of no such passages, although such methods would be considered more along the lines of common sense than ritualistic.

Either way, it would not be appropriate to discuss such matter on a public forum. I was merely commenting on how the Gallente do not have significant boundaries concerning decency in their attire or activities that should remain private.

Also, your last sentence was certainly information that we did not require.

I'm reminded of an anecdotal joke from my time in the Navy Marines:

During State-Imperial wargames exercises an Imperial Major from their Headquarters Staff was sent to the front with new orders for a Caldari Marine Division stationed in their sector of the lines. Attired in polished boots and buttons, fine braid epaulettes, and a freshly pressed uniform he would not have been out of place on the parade grounds as he stepped into his Staff Car and had the chauffeur drive him to the front.

Upon arriving at the front he stepped out of the Staff Car and drew himself up to a proud posture awaiting for one of the Caldari enlisted men to announce his arrival and give him the unit salute as befitted his rank and heritage. To his annoyance however, all the Caldari appeared to be pre-occupied in the work of digging their anti-tank ditches and establishing their pre-fabricated fortifications. Even worse, none were even in their uniforms as they went about their labours in the mud and the dirt.

With increasing frustration the Imperial Major paced up and down with a disdainful expression as he slapped his leather riding crop on his thigh at these half-naked Caldari digging in the dirt as they prepared their defenses he awaited the call to salute that he believed he deserved.

Finally, his frustration at peak, he waved his crop at a Caldari woman caked in dirt with entrenching tool in hand, "You there!" He shouted imperiously with haughty tone, "Can you not see that I am the Major here, I have waited for almost half an hour for you all to do your jobs, to call formation, salute me and hear your orders!"

The Caldari woman regarded the Major for a long moment and finally lifted herself up out of the anti-tank ditch to put on her uniform jacket over the mud-caked singlet she had been wearing. To the Imperial Major's surprise and shock, he could discern the insignia of a Navy Colonel on the collar of the Caldari woman's jacket. Stepping in front of the Imperial Major with a smile the Caldari Colonel simply said:

"My apologies, but my men and I currently have more important things to do right now than to waste on calling formation and saluting you. Now, as you can see since I am the Colonel and you are the Major I outrank you. You will now call me Sir, salute me, give me my orders, and then after that you can bloody well **** off."

Gosh, everyone. It's not that painful.