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You must admit, John, it is a rather winsome tree.
John lifted his head from where it rested against the trunk, giving Scorpius a sidelong look. "Well, I'm glad you're comfortable, Scorpy, but spending three days up a tree is not my idea of a good time."
Why don't you just shoot them with that pulse pistol you're so fond of.
"S'jammed." John peered doubtfully down at the cluster of admittably small but undeniably flesh eating creatures at the base of the tree. "Got a twig in there somewhere where there isn't supposed to be a twig."
You're going to starve, you know.
"I am not. I'm gonna...whatchacallit. Thirst. I'm gonna thirst to death, and I'm taking you with me." His stomach gave an angry rumble, and he doubled over for a moment, teetering perilously on the branch. "How long can you go without food again?"
I've no idea, John. Considering the impractical process by which your body insists on functioning, it's a wonder your species survived long enough to invent fire.
"This from half-breed with a cooling rod in his head? Bite me, Harv."
Oh, I think they'll do that for you, John. Are they an Earth species? They look hungrier than before. Let me see your gun.
"Frell if I know, and no you can't have my gun! You don't even have arms."
Give it.
"No."
Give it here, John.
"No!"
Then you leave me no choice.
"What're you gonna do, huh? Push me?"
Yes.
Scorpius leaned forward with his imaginary arm. And pushed.
John lifted his head from where it rested against the trunk, giving Scorpius a sidelong look. "Well, I'm glad you're comfortable, Scorpy, but spending three days up a tree is not my idea of a good time."
Why don't you just shoot them with that pulse pistol you're so fond of.
"S'jammed." John peered doubtfully down at the cluster of admittably small but undeniably flesh eating creatures at the base of the tree. "Got a twig in there somewhere where there isn't supposed to be a twig."
You're going to starve, you know.
"I am not. I'm gonna...whatchacallit. Thirst. I'm gonna thirst to death, and I'm taking you with me." His stomach gave an angry rumble, and he doubled over for a moment, teetering perilously on the branch. "How long can you go without food again?"
I've no idea, John. Considering the impractical process by which your body insists on functioning, it's a wonder your species survived long enough to invent fire.
"This from half-breed with a cooling rod in his head? Bite me, Harv."
Oh, I think they'll do that for you, John. Are they an Earth species? They look hungrier than before. Let me see your gun.
"Frell if I know, and no you can't have my gun! You don't even have arms."
Give it.
"No."
Give it here, John.
"No!"
Then you leave me no choice.
"What're you gonna do, huh? Push me?"
Yes.
Scorpius leaned forward with his imaginary arm. And pushed.