"Julio in trouble, huh? Sometimes, you humans don't have the sense to be quiet when quiet is propitious," YakMat P'koil teased. The bartender set up beer and chasers.
"Oh you can't lay that on me. Not a chance in Hoydoycloo I take the blame." Linus Dieterwald gulped the shot of whisky chasing it with beer. "Without warning, the High GagBlak goes into full bloom, spouting English like a native. None of us speak native English. It's archaic, old fashioned . . . "
"A rare sight, the High Gagblak dissembling in foreign tongues. Run for your linguistic life, call the emergency squad," YakMat said, laughing, his three eyes watery with delight.
"Ja, Ja, not rare enough! I couldn't jump fast enough to stop Julio after the GagBlak asked if his first wife ate wienerschnitzel with whipped nuts." Linus laughed, shaking his head and thumping the table with his fist. Glasses jumped and tinkled. "And the GagBlak screaming wienerschnitzel, wienerschnitzel as Julio beat him."
“You know,” said Klef Klagven, chiming in with his customary know-it-all tone once the laughter died down, “it’s a little known fact, but the English word wienerschnitzel actually derives from two separate words of the ancient Germanic heritage.” He paused when the patrons around him groaned. “It’s true. Wienerschnitzel comes from schnitzel, meaning to cut. And wiener, meaning, you know, uh . . . ”
“The thing you don’t have?” snapped Crawla, as she walked by carrying a tray of drinks. She high-fived YakMat on the way to table three.
“Ha, ha. Very funny, Crawla,” said Klef, calling after her while the others giggled. “But it’s a well known fact that all Galactic Postal Transportation Technicians are required, by law, to have at least--”
But the front door opened, and in slithered a bulbous slug-like creature. “Afternoon, everybody.”
“GNOREM!” the bar’s patrons shouted in unison.
“What’s up, Gnoremy?” said YakMat, polishing a crystal goblet.
“Not my blood alcohol. Got a cure?”
Opening: Dave Fragments.....Continuation: blogless_troll