“Hey Goediun, did you finish- ah hell, not MORE earth wildlife.”
“This planet’s completely fucked up Clyod.”
“What the fuck are THOSE?” Guenoid demanded, peering over his co-worker’s mass to squint at the pojection.
“Third-most dominant carnivore on the planet.”
“Yeah but what’s the little thing next to it?”
“Same species.”
“You’re emusifying me.”
“YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE ACQUIRING A JUVENILE!!” wailed Goeduin, clining to a not-high-enough branch of one of the columnar fungi that grew in the space station’s expansive City Park.
“I was,” sulked Human Steve, casually holding the other end of the dubiously thin-looking leash as the ‘Dog’ on the other end stood on her hind legs to sniff at Goeduin. “-But when I went home for the holidays my sister showed me this girl and, well. I just fell in love.”
Clyod thought he might find the situation amusing if his defensive reflexes hadn’t paralyized him to resemble an inedible stone, leaving him down at mouth-and-worse height.