That's...yeah, that's dangerous as hell in the hands of a megalomaniacal race bent on destroying an entire planet. (Then again, a plastic knife has the potential to be dangerous in the hands of said megalomaniacs.) And it's unsettling, for a reason Curtis can't place at first -- until he thinks, it'd be like how Mason blended in, and or how I was just one more tail-section hick keeping his place for years, and, oh.
He examines the latest hunk of pancake, pops it into his mouth, chews. Swallows.
"And if you were talking to me it'd just look like you were...I don't know. Talking to a guard?"
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That's...yeah, that's dangerous as hell in the hands of a megalomaniacal race bent on destroying an entire planet. (Then again, a plastic knife has the potential to be dangerous in the hands of said megalomaniacs.) And it's unsettling, for a reason Curtis can't place at first -- until he thinks, it'd be like how Mason blended in, and or how I was just one more tail-section hick keeping his place for years, and, oh.
He examines the latest hunk of pancake, pops it into his mouth, chews. Swallows.
"And if you were talking to me it'd just look like you were...I don't know. Talking to a guard?"