just wasn't safe to carry anything of value, even scrap, without armored transport.
"I don't know, Drew."
"Well, I do. You're amazingly good at the sex thing."
"I ah . . . I was talking about the transport, Drew."
His face was bright red.
She gave him an expectant look, her brow arched questioningly.
"What?"
"What?" she asked hotly. "What! I should have known better. Males of all species are just alike. I said you were good in bed. The least you can do is lie to me and tell me I was good, too."
"OK," he said simply.
He started looking the transport over again.
"Well?"
"Right now?"
"Yes, right now!" she screamed.
"You are so good in bed, Drew. How can I put in mere words how fine you really are," he droned in a monotone.
"Fine!" She walked out from underneath the transport to stand in front of him. She poked him in the chest. "Say what you like, you egotistical fur ball . . ."
"I never said I was good at the sex thing. You did."
"Fuck you, Van Gar, I know you liked it!"
"I never said I didn't like it, Drew. I was just a little disappointed, that's all," he shrugged.
"Disappointed!" She doubled up her fist and hit him square in the chest.
He stumbled back a couple of feet.
"Fuck you! Do you hear me, Van Gar De La Trag Iz Trok!" She turned on her heel and started out of the cargo bay. "Fuck you!"
Van Gar watched her leave. "She used my whole name. Damn! She really was mad!" He went back to jotting down all the measurements on the transport.
"So, she's really a lousy lay, huh?" The human jumped out of the cab to stand on the track.
"Why you slimy little, rat-loving human!"
"Hey, I can't help it if you guys forgot that you sent me inside to take down the interior dimensions."
"That was supposed to be a private conversation between Drew and I. It's none of your business."
"I bet his Highship would be interested in it."
"I could rip your spleen out of your ear," Van Gar growled. "Besides, I never said she was a lousy lay. I said I was disappointed. As for telling the Royal fuck—have at it."
"If you were disappointed, she must have been a lousy lay. I mean, one plus one is two, and all that. It all adds up to the same thing."
"Stupid human," Van Gar mumbled and went back to his work. "I never said I was disappointed in the sex."
"In what, then?" The human watched as the Chitzky purposefully ignored him. "You don't like me, do you?"
Van Gar laughed. "And I thought you were too stupid to wipe your own ass."
"Why don't you like me?" Tim whined.
"Where do you want me to start?" Van Gar looked up at the human. "You're ugly, you are without a doubt the most cowardly being I have ever met, you whine more than my grandmother . . ."
"Yeah, but besides that," Tim said defensively.
"Besides that, you are stupid, and you don't know how to do anything."
"I'm a damn good navigator," Tim screamed back.
"Then navigate us the fuck out of this desert," Van Gar screamed.
"Get me something that runs, and I will." Tim jumped down off the four foot track, stumbled and almost fell. He looked up at Van Gar and thrust the note pad he held at him. "Here's the fucking inside measurements."
He turned to walk out of the cargo bay. He was almost to the door when he turned around. "You know, I may not be too fucking smart, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what you're disappointed about. Maybe she didn't say she loved you because you didn't tell her that you loved her."
Van Gar gave him a shocked look.
"Maybe I went about it the wrong way, but I was just trying to get you to talk to me. We're probably all going to die out here, and I'm the only one here that's alone. I don't know anyone here, and you know what really sucks? There's no one at home that will miss me if I don't come back."
"That's because you're an obnoxious little twit," Van
"I don't know, Drew."
"Well, I do. You're amazingly good at the sex thing."
"I ah . . . I was talking about the transport, Drew."
His face was bright red.
She gave him an expectant look, her brow arched questioningly.
"What?"
"What?" she asked hotly. "What! I should have known better. Males of all species are just alike. I said you were good in bed. The least you can do is lie to me and tell me I was good, too."
"OK," he said simply.
He started looking the transport over again.
"Well?"
"Right now?"
"Yes, right now!" she screamed.
"You are so good in bed, Drew. How can I put in mere words how fine you really are," he droned in a monotone.
"Fine!" She walked out from underneath the transport to stand in front of him. She poked him in the chest. "Say what you like, you egotistical fur ball . . ."
"I never said I was good at the sex thing. You did."
"Fuck you, Van Gar, I know you liked it!"
"I never said I didn't like it, Drew. I was just a little disappointed, that's all," he shrugged.
"Disappointed!" She doubled up her fist and hit him square in the chest.
He stumbled back a couple of feet.
"Fuck you! Do you hear me, Van Gar De La Trag Iz Trok!" She turned on her heel and started out of the cargo bay. "Fuck you!"
Van Gar watched her leave. "She used my whole name. Damn! She really was mad!" He went back to jotting down all the measurements on the transport.
"So, she's really a lousy lay, huh?" The human jumped out of the cab to stand on the track.
"Why you slimy little, rat-loving human!"
"Hey, I can't help it if you guys forgot that you sent me inside to take down the interior dimensions."
"That was supposed to be a private conversation between Drew and I. It's none of your business."
"I bet his Highship would be interested in it."
"I could rip your spleen out of your ear," Van Gar growled. "Besides, I never said she was a lousy lay. I said I was disappointed. As for telling the Royal fuck—have at it."
"If you were disappointed, she must have been a lousy lay. I mean, one plus one is two, and all that. It all adds up to the same thing."
"Stupid human," Van Gar mumbled and went back to his work. "I never said I was disappointed in the sex."
"In what, then?" The human watched as the Chitzky purposefully ignored him. "You don't like me, do you?"
Van Gar laughed. "And I thought you were too stupid to wipe your own ass."
"Why don't you like me?" Tim whined.
"Where do you want me to start?" Van Gar looked up at the human. "You're ugly, you are without a doubt the most cowardly being I have ever met, you whine more than my grandmother . . ."
"Yeah, but besides that," Tim said defensively.
"Besides that, you are stupid, and you don't know how to do anything."
"I'm a damn good navigator," Tim screamed back.
"Then navigate us the fuck out of this desert," Van Gar screamed.
"Get me something that runs, and I will." Tim jumped down off the four foot track, stumbled and almost fell. He looked up at Van Gar and thrust the note pad he held at him. "Here's the fucking inside measurements."
He turned to walk out of the cargo bay. He was almost to the door when he turned around. "You know, I may not be too fucking smart, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what you're disappointed about. Maybe she didn't say she loved you because you didn't tell her that you loved her."
Van Gar gave him a shocked look.
"Maybe I went about it the wrong way, but I was just trying to get you to talk to me. We're probably all going to die out here, and I'm the only one here that's alone. I don't know anyone here, and you know what really sucks? There's no one at home that will miss me if I don't come back."
"That's because you're an obnoxious little twit," Van
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