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This is a cave under a quarter mile of solid rock. Where did you come from?

[ Rocket pockets his head up from the trash bin, a slice of moldy pizza is clutched firmly in his paws. His fur on his back bristles, and he holds the slice of pizza with death grip. Ain't no body gonna take his food. ]

The rats that run this place told me how to get in. [ He nods his head to a big brown rat that is munching on some mystery meat. ]

Shit, we have rats, too. God, time to get some traps. And maybe a few large cats. I can't stand...

[And then it clicks.]

Oh, you're intelligent? Well, come inside. We can find you something better than pizza that was already a week old when Kate threw it out...

(Ooc: and that's my lunch over. I'll tag back after work)

Edited 2017-10-07 21:01 (UTC)

You calling me stupid, and threatening my pal there?

[ Intelligent and short tempered are a good way to describe this raccoon from space. ]

And, I ain't takin' food from someone who wants to kill my buddies. 'Sides this stuff smells like heaven. Damn pink apes don't know what they're missin.

(ooc: Go and be productive you weekend warrior, you!)

It's covered in mold! It's a fifty-fifty chance that it'll kill any bacteria in your system, or cause serious gastric upset and possible hallucinations...

(ooc: lol, I'm not sure "warrior" is the word for a customer service associate at Walmart. maybe "chick who gets screamed at for other people's mistakes" is more accurate...)

I know what mold is, and it is delicious! And as you can see, I'm not a human.

[ Rocket goes to take a big bite out of the pizza that would make a sensitive person's stomach crawl. ]

My stomach bacteria will handle this just fine, and my friends there will take care of what I don't eat. [ He's looking for more than just food. He wants electronics that he can take apart to reverse engineer into weapons, and parts for the Milano. ]

Yes, I can see you're not a human. You've the least adorable raccoon I've ever seen. I just... wouldn't want you to get sick.

I've never heard of a talking raccoon before. Are there many like you down here?

Like I'd tell you if there were more talkin' whatever you're callin' us down here.

Raccoon is the English language term. Other cultures have other names. And I only ask because we'd be happy to leave extra food out...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I get other planets got names for those things. But I ain't one of those raccoons.

[ He takes another bite out of the rotten slice of pizza. ]

[Will winces at the fact that the... ~~raccoon~~ person is still eating the moldy pizza, but doesn't comment.]

Sorry, the morphological similarities threw me off. Clearly you're nothing like a standard-- wait, did you say planets?