Ch 08.5

Sector twenty one, Planet Rooster, Gram city, bystander.

"Cough…. Cough cough…"

As I pushed away the table resting on top of me the coughing started and refused to stop.

Just a moment ago we were enjoying some Begri before the sudden explosion sent us flying along with the furniture.

"Urgh… shit I think I broke a finger…"

Oh for the…!!! Not my upper left arm!! This will surely effect my work…

"RRRYAAAAAHHH!!!!"

The pain from arm was numbed by a high pitched screams as several other customers emerged from underneath the ruble. The Bortokali, bathed in sauce and dust, screamed and cursed trying to clean themselves. The hair that covered them from top to bottom is now contaminated and for those from that race which take unimaginable pride in their appearance this situation must be their worst nightmare coming to life.

"Sigh…."

Damn you and your ridiculous hair! At least you came out of it uninjured!