In-Character 3rd person writing post, or Why You Shouldn't Let Chat Choose Your Sample Topic:
"Hey. Hey."
Despite having no lungs, Ghor made a sound like sighing as he watched the annoying mystery person set a few objects on the table. Pinecones, his scanners told him. The seed pods of certain kinds of trees found on Earth. But knowing how this annoying mystery person operated, they didn't have replanting forests in mind.
"Take all these pinecones. And put them in your butt."
And there it was. Ghor stood from the table, his face just impassive as always. He stared the person down, doubting being polite was going to get him anywhere, but he would give it a shot. Luckily for this annoying mystery person, Ghor's patience was almost infinite when his circuits weren't under stress from technological integration.
"Ignoring the fact that I lack a rectum, I fail to see what purpose it would serve. Please find somebody else more willing to cater to your bizarre fetishes."
With that, he turned and strode away. He could still hear the person calling after him about cinnamon sticks up the nose instead, because apparently they failed to note that Ghor didn't have nostrils either. Fortunately, the person gave up after that and went off to... Hopefully never be seen again.
Much later on, Ghor encountered a cake in the rain. It had a cinnamon stick and two pinecones stuck in the frosting in a lewd symbol.
"Hey. Hey."
Despite having no lungs, Ghor made a sound like sighing as he watched the annoying mystery person set a few objects on the table. Pinecones, his scanners told him. The seed pods of certain kinds of trees found on Earth. But knowing how this annoying mystery person operated, they didn't have replanting forests in mind.
"Take all these pinecones. And put them in your butt."
And there it was. Ghor stood from the table, his face just impassive as always. He stared the person down, doubting being polite was going to get him anywhere, but he would give it a shot. Luckily for this annoying mystery person, Ghor's patience was almost infinite when his circuits weren't under stress from technological integration.
"Ignoring the fact that I lack a rectum, I fail to see what purpose it would serve. Please find somebody else more willing to cater to your bizarre fetishes."
With that, he turned and strode away. He could still hear the person calling after him about cinnamon sticks up the nose instead, because apparently they failed to note that Ghor didn't have nostrils either. Fortunately, the person gave up after that and went off to... Hopefully never be seen again.
Much later on, Ghor encountered a cake in the rain. It had a cinnamon stick and two pinecones stuck in the frosting in a lewd symbol.
SIGH.
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