"Moooooo."
"That's quite fascinating. Could you tell me more?"
"Moooooo."
"Branding? The humans still perform such an archaic practice?"
"Um Lotor, what are you doing?"
Glancing up from the notebook currently sitting in his lap, Lotor met Lance's gaze as the blue paladin stood staring at him from the doorway of the cow's enclosure. "Lance, good morning. I was just interviewing Kaltenecker about your homeworld. I must say, it is quite interesting how your species and hers can both view the same thing in completely different ways."
Normally, Lance would have fallen over laughing at the somewhat comical sight before him, but a rough sleep had left him without his usual sense of humor. "Dude….Kaltenecker is a cow."
Lotor raised an eyebrow. "Yes, she is…?"
"Which means she can't talk. She probably doesn't even understand what you are saying." Lance tried to explain rather flatly, his agitation at the alien's inability to understand displayed quite clearly on his face.
"Oh but she does! We have been having quite a pleasant and informative conversation for the past varga. I'm surprised you didn't mention earlier how humorous cows are, although at times they can be quite vulgar with their jesting." Lotor crowded cheerfully.
Lance was at a loss for words. Pinching the bridge of the nose, he grumbled something that Lotor couldn't hear very clearly before throwing up his hands in surrender.
"It's too early in the morning for me to deal with this crap. Good luck with your interview or whatever." He grumbled sleepily before spinning on his heels and sluggishly making his way out of the room.
After Lance had disappeared from view, Lotor returned his attention to Kaltenecker, a troubled frown on his lips. "Can he really not understand you?"
"Moooo."
"Oh, I see. So the humans only focus on learning the multiple languages of their own species and not of others? That must make it very hard to communicate with them."
"Mooooo."