WHO: Prince Gorak
WHERE: Ambassador's Brap-Du-Poop's suite....

"General. Lost. Another." The translator on the table said.

Gorak: (realizing it was the Ambassor addressing him) "Eh? Lost who?"

Brap: "Maybe. 5. 32. Always. Aggressive. Him."

Gorak: (confused) "5, 32? What is that?"

Brap: "Offspring."

Gorak: (disinterested) "Ah. You lost podquid 5-32. Good to know. Thanks."

The prince wanted to get back to his planning when it suddently dawned on him the potential implications of what the ambassador was talking about. How did Brap Du Poop know that?

Gorak: "Ambassador. Do you mean you lost a podquid in that pool, or out in the corridor?"

After the translator farted out Gorak's msg, it soon translated the reply, "Corridor."

Gorak: "That a fact... how do you know that? Are you communicating with them?"

Brap: "No. Feel. It."

The general saw some potential here...

Gorak: "Ambassador, can they sense you as well?"

Brap: "Yes. Know. When. I. Danger. Or. Need. Them."

Gorak: (smiling now) "Excellent. Tell the ones in the corridor you need them. Call all of them here."

Outside in the corridor Pupuhed and Pramie were stepping over the fearsome remains of the quintaquid they had just killed.

Pramie: "Sure is fortunate these things don't hunt in packs, Sir."

Pupuhed: "Definately."