'Voice Testing' and mild amusement

[gestating]

krrrt.

sssssssssssss...

hghghgghghghghrrck!

[Yes, there is a metric fuck tonne of silicate goo fountaining from this horrible thing's mouths, and yes, there is an ovipositor large enough to stash an IKEA show room protruding from her bony behind.

A rough translation of her growling hisses might be, 'You, meat-bed: kindly step back from my children until you can be secured to a wall. I'm busy: I have not lain nearly enough eggs yet to deal with the likes of all of you!']

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[woocas]

[And peeking over a bit of slimy goo-wall is this dumb ass.

...who instantly regrets this decision.]

[gestating]

[The queen hasn't noticed him, busy pumping out a fresh batch of eggs. Currently, given she has no drones to tend her, the last batch are being shuffled to one side -- much closer to the human that the queen is!]

[woocas]

Nope...nope...nope...

[Despite trying to be quiet Lucas just can't manage it because oh hell no you are not moving those things closer to him! He's trying to press himself up against the wall so he can shimmy past the fresh batch of little beasties and their momma.

How does he even end up in these situations, really.]