Johnny Law's a lot more strict than you'd expect here, to be truthful. [Even people that don't seem likely to raise a ruckus beyond drinking or maybe a little fighting should be warned.]

You see, the guy in charge, he doesn't like things goin' differently to what he takes a notion to.

You know. If you can call a big ol' computer a 'guy'. Never did quite catch a choice of pronoun, but considerin' it leans toward bein' a dick I made some quiet assumptions. [He jokes harshly, before moving on.]

I'm from a place with four armed aliens and buglike aliens that smell half dead and angry robots. All of 'em range in size to 'able to kick one across the room' to 'well that fella sure is three stories tall'.