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Gorbna recalls the first lesson of greeting a new species: wave tongue wildly; attempt to lick.
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| I will give this creature the universal sign of welcome from my planet Schnitzvolnocek | |
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| Goddam, you have bad breath! | |
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Gorbna continues his sign of welcome to the chagrin of Snowy.
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| He speaks in a language unknown to me. Perhaps I must talk into the strange proboscis that extends erectly from his head and attempt tongue contact. | |
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| Ack! . . . Can't. . . breathe. . . not. . . sure. . . I'll. . . make . . . it. | |
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Schnitzvolnocek successfully makes contact with Species Cold & Wet.
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| Damned ferners--don't know anything about dental hygeine. | |
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