Chapter 1: When You Need A Quick Job Done
“Again?!” Nuuureerrexiflaaaarghibluuuurgh (we’ll just call him Nurex) exclaimed. Behind him was the ominous dripping of Gorlian bodily fluids and the muted splashes of a detached Gorlian limb that flailed around.
“Sorry, Nuuureerrexiflaaaarghibluuuurgh, you know how I get when you mention cute things,” his friend replied. Nurex stared at Gaaaaargguuuuuuuuuuurrriliflyrag (we’ll just call him Gargle) with a mixture of exasperation and annoyance. His mouth twisted, but he eventually conceded the point.
“Yeah,” Nurex replied, pointing a tentacle at the other detached tentacle of his friend. “I’m sorry about blasting off your favourite tentacle.”
He offered up a towel.
“Here.”
Gargle accepted it gratefully and gave Nurex his own. They set about cleaning up the blood from their bodies. Already a new tentacle was growing back. Nurex tapped his neural link up.
“Clean up at ’11.3452.2335.39957’,” he spoke out loud.
“Clean up crew?”
“Yeah.”
Just an average day at the Gorlian residence at 39957.