!!HfL9M9xslOG 10/01/08(Wed)06:14 No.2710784|
An excerpt from Learned K'n'k'k'ck'rrr's latest book, "An ordinary traveler's guide to the species of the known galaxy:"
"Once, at least six or seven tilts ago, I happened upon a human tavern on the trading station Outpost 889R. I didn't know what to expect...I've not traveled most of the far 290-360s, and so I took the opportunity to take a look at just how humans socialize.
I was awestruck. For one, the air was heavy with toxic smoke, and despite those choking gases, I could easily detect further toxic fumes, emanating from the fluids they drank. It was loud, raucous, and the 'music,' if you could call it that, was incessant. Now, I'm sure some of the younger generation might like it as a form of rebellion, but trust me, I doubt they actually enjoy it. And I'm not unhip. I've listened to the sraaaTi's (in)famous musical group "iiiOlu yi" and found some enjoyment from it, more than from the human noise. Anyway, the place was dark, smoky, and loud. I found a corner, out of the way, and tried not to draw attention to myself. I don't want to taint the scene when I'm in a new place, you see.
But anyway, the males are screaming and beating each other, while imbibing this toxic fluid in excess. Later I learned that the screaming was laughter, and the beatings across the shoulders and back were gestures of platonic friendship, not unlike our bond-trills.