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Naw, it was a bunch of Lo-chanti. They're a smalltime species, only got warp 20 years ago. They just didn't know what a human was, but were trying to be all tolerant and cosmopolitan. They're like... imagine an 8-legged woodchuck with a snail shell the size of a refrigerator unit and a permananly baffled expression, that talks in fart noises. I honestly came to love those guys, they were so fucking clueless. But in a well-meaning, trying-to-learn way.
Not like the Red-red-white crew I had to work for; you know, those gas planet guys? Get this: I'm not the only guy from earth on the ship, so they bunk all the terrans together, right? But I am the only HUMAN. The other terrans were a squad of uplifted cuttlefish. My room was chest-deep, lukewarm seawater, and I had to use a voice-to-color-code comm box to even talk to my roommates.
That was the shittiest tour I was ever on, even before one of the squid got a crush on me. So, one night, I've got the next day off, so I get hammered, she offers me a tentacle-job, I figure, what the hell, it gets good, and suddenly BEAK.
So, for the next week and a half, I've got a painful cut on my dick, and MY ROOM IS FULL OF SALT WATER.