- You can’t come in.
- Please! It’s pouring outside.
- Last time, you ate two of my companions.
- I won’t do that again, I promise!
- That’s easy to say. There’s nobody in here but me.
- What? There were six of you when I left last time.
- They, um, disappeared.
- What happened?
- Don’t ask.
- Ha! I know what you did. You – ouch! Let my in, it’s acid rain again.
- No.
- Come on, I won’t tell anybody. And you can plug your charging device into my plorgnexum, if you want.
- Okay, that’s a deal. But be warned, I have a railgun ready, fully charged, just in case.
- I promise, I’ll behave myself.
The hangar door opens and slowly, Fnobbles crawls in, shaking acid and greenish slime off his pseutacles and waving innocently with his five telescope eyes.
– Thanks! That rain was unbearable! Oh, by the way… you wouldn’t happen to have anything—or anyone—in the freezer, would you?
- The freezer is down for two weeks. Had to can and preserve everything.
- Those jars over there? Yummy!
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