[Hey, there could be a conspiracy between dental tools. Floss, mouthwash, tooth brush and paste... It just so happens it isn't today, and Newt's too defeated to be lying any longer.]

The-- The Trilk and the Fek, from the Oros mission. [He swallows, running his hands over the leather like it was supposed to sooth the creatures within.] They're the most dominant species there, and they've been fighting over... something. They don't have anything of interest to the other, so it's terribly confusing.

[They're also nine to twelve feet tall and should not be running anywhere but their own planet, but. Details.]