"Greetings sentients of the galaxy, I'd like to address some rumors that have been simmering just under the surface. It seems that there is a group trying to drum up business by slandering their competition.
Many, myself included, are highly offended by this development. Anyone who wants to compete for shelf space is more than welcome to throw their hat into the ring. The free market should be the deciding factor but one group has crossed the line."
Andre pauses, looks down at the counter for a second and then looks directly at the camera.
"We at The Angry Rancor Distribution Company would never, ever taint our booze and drugs with...bacta!"
"This is insulting and reckless. The thought of cutting our ryll with bacta not only makes me cringe but it can put hazardous ideas into the minds of the youth of this great galaxy. If some scamp decides to soak their deathsticks in bacta...they could suffer catastrophic damage to their heart and/or hearts, permanent brain damage and even kidney failure.
If these rumor mongers really want to compete, they should do so through the quality of their drugs and not slander. Also, putting dangerous thoughts into ones customers mind is self defeating. A dead customer ceases to be a valued customer.
Thank you for your time."