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[synanthrope]

I stepped on one with a stiletto.

[She means a tribble]

I don't understand their physiology.

Do they taste good? Do they serve a biological purpose? What is their evolutionary function?

The don't seem to notice I'm in the room.

[A pause.]

Hello, City. We've been invaded.

Comments

[synanthrope]

Where they've been is a little irrelevant.

And I'm sure Mr. Eames will survive.

[skintoskin]

Whatever. It's your life, Saya.

Annnnnd... don't you want to survive, too?

[synanthrope]

I have a sensitive stomach, it's likely to make me sick.

[skintoskin]

Then don't eat them.

[synanthrope]

I won't. I'll feed them to my employees.

[skintoskin]

And if they get sick?

[synanthrope]

I can afford to pay for the expert doctor to care for them.

[skintoskin]

Why risk it? What if someone dies?

[synanthrope]

Do you know what fugu is?

[skintoskin]

Some kind of... martial art?

[synanthrope]

It's blowfish.

A highly venomous blowfish, to be precise. The liver is extremely toxic, and can kill a grown man easily. But the rest of the fish is a delicacy.

[skintoskin]

That almost sounds rude.

[He frowns a little.]

So no one is dumb enough to eat the liver, right?

[synanthrope]

A blowfish?

[A pause]

Some people do. They cut a little and cook it into a stew. It might kill you, or it might not.

[skintoskin]

Like a blowjob. You know?

[His frown deepens.]

That's fuckin' retarded...

[synanthrope]

I know.

Do you never risk something for pleasure?

[skintoskin]

Oh, I've risked for pleasure, sure, but nothing fatal...

[synanthrope]

I'm told the thrill can be better than sex.

[skintoskin]

Dying doesn't really turn me on, Saya.

[In spite of previous self-destructive behavior, which she doesn't really know about.]

[synanthrope]

It's good to have a survival instinct.

[skintoskin]

Yeah, I thought so, and eating fuzzy things I can't buy at the supermarket is not my idea of survival.