CHAPTER 22b - Seriously, what're they called?

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Peering through Brap’s vid-com at Steve’s crayon drawings, Mr. Sploosh gasped (sorta) “Is that… is that Groink on your shoulder?” Mr. Sploosh splushed, pointing a [What’s that word for those little plastic thingies on the end of your laces?  Tittle?  Tuttle?] at Steve’s earlier attempt at a parrot.  “…Why is he on your shoulder?”

“Er, I don’t know sir; I’m not exactly up on Earth art…” Brap fluttered, wondering if now was a good time to mention the scattered remains of strawberry people (or possibly strawberries and people).

“No matter!  Let’s track down the piggy and see what he knows…”

“Sir?”

“Well, your previous ship was stolen, and I feel it proper to alert the authorities that it was last seen on Earth… of course they’ll come to inspect the crime scene, and you can take their vehicle.”


“Er… stealing… from a Galacticop is really… really…”

“Stupid?  Dangerous?  Suicidal?  The only option that doesn’t involve the paying of a 40 trillion credit Galacticab fare by yours truly?”

“…I…” Brap silent-but-deadlied-with-follow-through.

“Right then.  I’ll track down Groink’s ship in the meantime.  Give me a shout when you’re space-born.”