It had taken much diplomacy, but the envoys of the
Upnordians had arrived. There to meet them were representatives from ‘Major
Human Divisions’.
And also Bob.
Bob mined asteroids, but since he found the beacon, he had
to attend, they said. The head envoy moved to him gracefully.
“Fuck, that outfit’s ugly as sin dude.” Bob blurted out.
There was a brief pause as this was translated by their machinery, while the
Human diplomats all froze.
The envoy paused, then made a warbling sound from his
midsection.
“My third wife insisted on it, but you are right…” came the
translation.
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