Note: Ondrophol is the world-encircling ring of space stations above Gripp, the Fobott'r homeworld. Translated, the name means "place of the encircling embrace," and its population numbers in the billions. Non-Fobott'r who perform heroic acts of service to the Fobott'r people are occasionally granted "honorary Ondrophol" status, allowing them to purchase property as if they were natives, rather than rent it or bring it with them. When people tell Elf that it's "a huge honor" they're misspeaking. It's not huge. It's rare. The number of living honorary Ondrophol can be counted on one hand.
One Fobott'r hand. And in this case you won't need the thumb.
NARRATOR: Elsewhere in Parnassus Dom...
ELF: Hey, love. I'm back.
ELF: I know you said I should be social, but it's not working.
ELF: ...
ELF: Well, yes. When Sergeant Schlock and I were taking on the U.P.A. I felt normal again.
ELF: I guess it was a different kind of normal.
ELF: I wish you could have seen it. My fragsuit worked perfectly, and Sergeant Schlock followed all my orders.
ELF: Hah! Yes.
ELF: Exactly.
ELF: It was one of those dream engagements we're never supposed to get, where all our stuff works perfectly, and the enemy stuff fails precisely the way we need it to.
ELF: And then the Fobott'r priestess queen lady, Greatmother Kathlumira...
ELF: She gave me a medal.
ELF: I can't read the touch-script, but Andy said it's an “Ondrophol decree” that tells my story.
ELF: Everybody says it's a huge honor, but I get sad every time I look at it because the story of that day doesn't have any you in it.
CHELLE: Hey, Elf. You left before dinner showed up. Can I bring you anything?
ELF: A pulse?
ELF: It's for a friend.