Thargus thought the time right. He set the lights to full strength and flailed and gnashed and roared as he’d been practising. He felt rather silly, but the performance seemed to be working. The human, one hand steadying its spin, looked on intensely. It moved the white stick up to its mouth, breathed in, and then stabbed the stick out against the sac wall.
“Don’t be afraid,” Thargus said, meaning the opposite. He’d seen the trick on old films stored in the moss-brain when humans always said one thing and meant another like “We’re safer if we split up.”
The human exhaled a long stream of smoke. “I’m not,” it said.
That didn’t sound right. Thargus considered his response while staring at the human. It sure was ugly. A patchwork of dirty synthetics over the majority of its body, and on top of its pudgy, pink head, strand upon strand of greasy hair. Ugh! Thargus felt sick.
“Be afraid, then,” he said.
“Why, are you going to eat me?”
Thargus didn’t feel comfortable telling an outright lie, but that didn’t mean he needed to be too honest. “I might.”
Rated F: for two f-bombs and some serious munchies.
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