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Thursday, July 07, 2016
I Love Dialogue from Shakazhan
Having reached a mysterious planet, deep in uncharted space, Wil and Matilda find themselves in peculiar circumstances. Led here by Riley, and nearly killed in a massive explosion, they take refuge with an alien race who call themselves the Kindred. From what they can tell, the Kindred are silicon based lifeforms. Highly intelligent beings, they don't speak – they are telepathic. Matilda is injured and is given expert medical aid by one of the Kindred healers. Afterward, they sit down for dinner – if you can call it that.
Wrinkling her nose at the unsavory looking, pinkish gray, pulpy rectangle, she glanced over at the cooking fire with longing. "Whatever they're fixing smells delicious."
"I don t think we had better try their food, I doubt their diet would agree with us."
Matilda took the trail food reluctantly, breaking off a piece and adding a little water. Biting in, she shuddered. "Strawberry Beef Supreme? Ugh! Who thinks of these things? "
Wil took his own package nibbling experimentally at the corner. "Marc and I developed theories over the years. First was that they simply do the combinations at random. Second was that they spend an inordinate amount of time thinking hard what would be the most disgusting combinations known to mankind. My favorite, a team of nutritionists gathered at a convention, got ripping drunk and played Scrabble with the food pyramid. Think Strawberry Beef Supreme is bad? I once got Mango Macaroni Surprise. The surprise was that it was completely inedible." Grinning, Wil ate his Strawberry Beef Supreme with great relish. It was filling and it wasn't Mango Macaroni Surprise.
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