A story because my real life is boring

I tried having a conversation in the clouds with a nitrogen-breathing man and a black velvet tree from the velvet planet.

We were talking about the implications of the robot rebellion in the large magellanic cloud when suddenly our cloudmobile was attacked by space bugs! from the bug planet!

'oh noes!' Nitrogen man wailed, in a whispy, nitrogenish voice. 'they will eat and digest us alive!'

'save us!' screamed the velvet tree.

I had left my lightsaber downstairs, so I was unable to fend off the hoards of hideous bugs. They had tentacles for eyes and nostrils for feet, they emitted a pungent smell sort of like strawberry and kiwi fruit.

Suddenly, the nose creature (from the facial feature planet) flared up, its nostrils turning a good, bright blue. It emitted a high pitched screetching, and then stopped.

The head waiter calmly walked up to the space bugs and asked 'do you have a reservation?'

They did. And we spent the rest of the evening discussing klingon literature, in klingon.

THE END of something stange
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