Corliss looks up at Claxter, pushing away his empty plate. He listens with increasing concern. Clearly this Andalite was your usual, run of the mill racist, but he was young and impressionable--and hadn't started shooting anyone yet.
"I think you're pretty wise, for a kid, Claxter," he says, smiling a bit. "I guess I should tell you that my name really is Mike, but it's my host's name. I'm Corliss Three-Eight-Two. And you're absolutely right to believe some of those rumors. There are good and evil people in every race, and quite a few in between, that much they tend to leave out in the standard training propaganda."
He glances back at the Gedd. "Whoa. I've never seen a Gedd in armor like that before. Who's your robot friend, and what's your name? Don't worry, I'm pretty sure I can pronounce it."