"The Toothy Grin"

[Guest TroNoQ]

TroNoQ liked puttering around alien locales now and then. Good, polluted air... breathing alien pathogens...

 

What a good thing he wasn't a hypochondriac! How bad that would have been if he were... medicating himself for no good reason... constantly scanning himself?

 

All you needed for survival on a ship like Qob was a bit of bloodshed and some targ. Mmm... that would be what he'd have for din-din.

 

In other matters, that administrator was attractive... what was her name?

 

Tro snorted. Like he could remember that. Like it mattered! After all, there was a good chance the entire planet would be decimated within a week or so, and that erased the hassles of 'commitment'.

 

God, plagues could be useful.

 

He roughed up his hair, a devilish gleam entering his eye. Looking around, he grinned toothily.

 

"Administrator... girl... woman?"