Brap surveyed the suddenly large collection of screaming simians, and used a tentacle to grab the nearest, who was murmuring some form of greeting, and began probing its mind. "Welcome to Wal-MooaaaAAH!"
He'd seen his prey... and... the rest was wiped out by the fear of a giant, tentacled rhinoesque creature picking him up by his skull.
This was going to be difficult.
Not as difficult as some of the other piss-poor jobs he'd been on, mind you. Finding the two-inch Cephalopod terrorist on an entire planet of twenty foot Geraphelopods, now that, had been challenging. Or it would have been if not for the Cephalopod’s allergies...
"Welcome to Wal-Mart!" Another of the pesky bipeds interrupted.
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