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[omnicidalmaniac]

Some Terran food isn't bad, but what is this strange goo I keep finding in the mess hall? It comes in different colors and has the consistency of gelled rubber, and it seems it doesn't cast a true shadow. And it...wobbles. Terran foods are as mad as some Terrans themselves.

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[soundof_drums]

It's alive.

[omnicidalmaniac]

It can't be. Can it?

[thegooddrjones]

Don't listen to him, he's trying to wind you up.

[omnicidalmaniac]

He is lying? My understanding of Terran Standard isn't what it should be.

[thegooddrjones]

Yes, he's lying. It's kinda what he does, really. He's just doing it to be a git. I'm Martha, I don't think we've met.

[soundof_drums]

Oh, like your human brain can tell if a gelatinous creature is attempting to psychically communicate with you.

Martha is so ignoring you, Master.

[thegooddrjones]

SADNESS :C

[soundof_drums]

She doesn't wanna get into a fight again!

[thegooddrjones]

[omnicidalmaniac]

My name is Nero. You are human, are you not?

[thegooddrjones]

Yes, I'm human. I'm from London in the 21st century. I'm a Doctor here onboard the Barge.

He's glad there's one doctor who won't try to kill him. Again. XD

[omnicidalmaniac]

Your accent is not one I've ever heard, but I've known very few humans. Where is London?

Poor Martha. She's getting that title for a fair amount of people!

[thegooddrjones]

It's in the UK. Great Britain. It's a bit of an island, really.

[soundof_drums]

It certainly is. Of course, it isn't much of a life at all, sitting around, wiggling. It's better to put the creatures out of their misery.

Except...

Sometimes...

They scream.

[omnicidalmaniac]

It couldn't scream. It lacks anything like vocal chords. You are lying, aren't you?

[soundof_drums]

Of course it doesn't literally scream. The creatures communicate telepathically. Each time they festively wiggle and jiggle, they're transmitting a message.