[As-Of-Yet-Unnamed Ship] Bro-Op

"Eh, fine. I was 'bout t'destroy it ennyway, an' I think it's time th' varren got fed."

The controller sailed towards the floor, miraculously intact. Kirok pulled his massive ass off the couch and started making grunting noises in his throat. Whitefang and The Brood leapt at him like meat-seeking missiles, yapping up a storm, teeth flashing like knives in the cabin's UV light.

"That reminds me! We need t'get more fresh meat when we reach planetside! Trainin' these babies is gonna make 'em awful hungry! Also, do not approach 'em without makin' sounds, okay!? Good! Catch ya in a bit, Shirin! Good talk!"

With that, Kirok led his ever-growing pack of ravenous flesh-eating pirahna dogs into the cargo bay to dine at their leisure.


END