Continued from Part 1and Part 2
Ezegenak looked down at himself; his human disguise was flawless in form, tone, and organ placement, but it had made a critical error in wardrobe omittance.
“Oh...klo-thung!” he blurted and hurriedly activating the chameleon tuner again, turning the dial until a wave of energy shimmered across his body. It copied the man’s clothing.
The young man blinked and rubbed his eyes. “What the...?”
Ezegenak squinted at him, trying to gauge this interaction. “Eye bee leave eye am klo thed, mee stir.”
“You talk funny.”
‘Sho doo ewe.” Ezegenak contemplated shooting this evolved simian with the protonic cube.
“I swear you had no...” he rubbed his face. “Where you headed?”
Ezegenak looked at him blankly. “Mai hed iz orn mai shoal ders az eet shud bee?”
The young man shrugged. “Name’s John, John Brooke, but most people call me Stoney.”
Ezegenak looked at the outstretched limb and comically copied it without making contact. “Jon-Jon Brew ook.” Then walked off leaving Stoney very perplexed.
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This sorry mess of collected humanity made Ezegenak cringe. Quadruped excrement filled the streets. What could only be guessed to be shelter was in direct violation of several health and safety codes on Rzzhco. Black aerosol particulate matter drifted out of the tops of several shelters into the darkening sky. A human staggered out from between two shelters and promptly, and loudly, projected emesis mixed with methanol onto the granular ground.
“Howdy ma’am!” he chuckled through vomit dripping teeth, of which there were few and none of them white. Ezegenak was about to respond when he fell flat onto his face and remained motionless in a pile of fresh excrement.
“Please hurry back, Slznish,”
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