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He's traveled hundreds of lightyears just to study YOUR plant life.
He also developed a taste for human flesh. Go figure.
Flurp. Flurp. Flurp.
Suction-cup feet kerplopped through Gambits' front door, carrying a rather imposing, sturdy, and distinctly green figure over the threshold. Clasped in one three-fingered hand, was a small vial containing a single green plant, and the alien was intently fixated on the sprout, as though he'd made some great discovery.
Flurp. Flurp. Flurp.
Over to the bar counter he went, his transparent, insectile wings fluttering as his multi-faceted eyes took in the bar from every angle. He looked rather like a wasp, but with rounded appendages rather than insect-like ones. Also, he didn't have a stinger.
He DID have a tentacle-beard, though, one he was very proud of.
"Mmmmhrmmm bar. Yip." He sat on the stool. "Mmmmmmhmmmm bar. People people. Yip."
The alien in question was busy spinning on the bar stool in a very lazy circle.
Ickity-ickity-ickity-ickity.
When the young man spoke to him, he stuck out one foot, stopping the spin as his eyes rested on the human before him. Tall, symmetrical, with hair that looked much like the porcupines he'd observed at a local zoo. Odd that he had some mix of cultures, from country-club to fight-club. Interesting specimen.
He smelled delectable too.
No, bad Benny. Humans are for study, not for eating. Well, maybe for eating later, but not in such a public place...
"Mmmmmmmmm yip." came his response. The tentacles of his beard wiggled happily. "Mmmhm. Talk, yip. Social talk. Yip yip."
He gestured to the bar. "Drink?"
Watching Colt's actions, the alien turned and poked the screen at random, some sort of frothing, bright red goop sliding down the counter towards his eager fingers. He tapped the glass a few times, rotating the mug in his hands before tipping the entire thing back in one go.
FRRRRRRRRP!
The tubes at the base of his neck emitted a foghorn like sound, spraying a green-tinged fog that stunk of sulfur. Unfortunately, it probably got all over the poor girl who had approached on his left hand side.
"Mmmmmhm. Tasty. Yip yip yipyipyipyipyip."
"Ooooooblit...mmmm Uh huh. Uh huh. Not nice. Nope nope nopenopenope."
The alien lifted his hand, turning his back on Colt for a moment before holding up his plant. "Plant." he suggested, before slipping it into his pocket.
"Hm hm hmmmmm. Yip. Sorry. Gas. Mhm."
With a glance to Colt. "Dig? Plants? Dig plants? Hmmmm?"
The alien's attention was now fixated on Danika and Markuss.
"Mmmmmmale. Ffffemale. Mhm. Mhm. Hormonesssss. Yip."
Observing the two with one another was a rather interesting experience for the alien. He didn't understand courtship, or love, and didn't really grasp the concept of the differences between the sexes.
Looking down at his groin, unclothed and unremarkable in appearance, he made a sad, frowny-looking face and said. "Don't knowwwwww. Uh huh. Yip."
Benny the Botanist farted on everyone, and then left.