Coffee!
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C.M.O.: Riasi, are you all right in there?
Riasi: No. I am not coming out.
C.M.O.: ... why?
Riasi: This is ... I don’t ... I feel ... exposed!
C.M.O.: What? you’re wearing Terran fashions circa 1957. That’s more than you usually have covering you!
Riasi: But ... my fur. I’m naked under my clothes! How do you stand it?
C.M.O.: Oh for ... it’ll grow back. I have a pill for it.
Riasi: Dolphin, you exploded my fur. I am a little tense. No … I am going to live in the fresher. Leave me alone, Dolphin!
C.M.O.: Your fur did not explode. It just fell out … real fast in all directions. Okay fine. Live in there. I’m going to leave you alone. Bye Riasi.
Riasis: ... Wait. Dolphin! I’m coming out!
C.M.O.: . o 0 (No feline traits my gluteus maximus!)
Riasi: Dolphin please bear with me. This is very odd for me. I like humans. I just never thought I’d be one. Or mostly one.
C.M.O.: ...
Riasi: What is that look?
C.M.O.: My gosh, I thought I did a good job but ... seeing you in the clothes and makeup … and without the burnt fur sloughing off you …
Riasi: I turned out bad. I knew it! But that is the ‘pork chop look’ Korsa had for me. I am confused.
C.M.O.: Riasi, I hate to break this to you but you’re beautiful. Here, you need sunglasses for your heads up display and commlink.
Riasi: Thank you. These are nice.
C.M.O.: Ah I had Tivk fabb some gloves for you. They looked classy.
Riasi: Oh. Hurrhurrhurr. Also nice. I will try not to destroy them. Wait I forgot, no claws. Not even the dewclaws. So I look good as a human?
C.M.O.: You are dazzling!
Riasi: What the hell was wrong with me before! Racist!
<Slap>
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Mukh: Take it easy. Let go there! Hey here we are ... can you open the door maybe ... reeeeeeee! Hey remember we’re taxonomically incompatible! Reeeeeeeeeee!!
Swoosh
C.M.O.: What the hell? Oh ...
Mukh: Hey Dolphin! Did you misplace something? About 50 kilos?
Riasi: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! And it’s 45 kilos you sexy toad!
Doc: Oh for ... bring her in, please. Where are your partners in crime?
Mukh: Changing a tire. How should I know? Ya think I keep tabs on all aliens at all
times?
Riasi: Dolphin!!
Doc: What happened to her?
Mukh: Throgg’s neck! How do I know?
Riasi: Guess what I been drinking doll, doll, doll, DOL-phin?
Doc: Oh dear Lord ... Wait! Where do you think you’re going!
Mukh: I’d tell you but frankly this way will lessen the chances of you finding me. Reepreepreepreep!
Riasi: Coffee! I been done drinking coffee doll doll doll DOL-phin!
Doc: … You’re dead, frog!
Riasi: Cooooooooffeeeeeeeeee!
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