taking another crack at apping to capeandcowl.

[omnomnombunzuh]

I don't think squealing, guh, about the appearance of familiar faces around here is a very wise way to spend your time. Tiiiie. Muh.

And watching our television show? Even more useless. The aliens are even more implausible than those on Star Trek. Additionally, I'm rather insulted that the writers seem to think there's nothing more to me than a love of food and an addiction to popular human culture. I am a warrior, they should remember that! Hat.

Have your forgotten your mission to complete this application? Need I remind you that you have failed before? I would like us to succeed at some point. Though I would prefer my superpower have something to do with eating food rather than weaponizing it. Weaponzing. Zing!

Comments

[omnomnombunzuh]

I will do no such thing!

Even if I did, I would have to charm the people at the counters first. Cow. They are the ones who guard the cinnamon buns, after all.

[ For a guy who protests so much he seems to have put some thought into this... ]

[whatsupcroc]

You're going to seduce cinnamon buns away from the poor counter clerks. Now that's evil alien intent!

[omnomnombunzuh]

Not "seduce".

[ That would be gross and he's not exactly sure how. ]

Just... "persuade" to give away. It's completely different.

[whatsupcroc]

[ She pauses for a beat. ]

How, exactly?

[omnomnombunzuh]

It's a subtle thing. Guh. I wouldn't expect the human mind to grasp it.

[ He has no idea. ]

[whatsupcroc]

Yes... because Andalites are all about subtlety.

[omnomnombunzuh]

Yes, because humans are such experts on the subject.

[whatsupcroc]

[ Wait he wins that point so SHE MAKES A FACE and then... laughs. ]

All right, all right, you win. I know next to nothing about Andalites, except that they come in pretty shades of blue and purple, and, oh, they eat with their feet.

[omnomnombunzuh]

Then you know more than the others did, initially. Lee.

I suppose I could answer a few of your questions, if you have any -- but understand that there are many things we must keep a secret from other species. Ease.

[whatsupcroc]

Mmm, all about keeping an air of mystery! That's fine. Who needs to know everything about everyone?

[ If it's kind of fun when you do. ]

What do Andalites do for sports?

[omnomnombunzuh]

Tail-fighting!

[ He mimes what he clearly thinks looks like a tailblade going through the air but, uh, it mostly looks like uncoordinated flailing. ]

[whatsupcroc]

I don't think I quite got that last move on your part. Mind showing me again?

[ She's so not smiling. She's just watching in fascination with her mouth carefully hidden behind her hand right now! ]

[omnomnombunzuh]

[ Someday, he is going to get that she's mocking him, but not today. ]

Of course. It's a simple move, although I was never very good at the sport myself-- [ And more flailing. Even less coordinated than before, if that's possible! ]

[whatsupcroc]

[ She bits down on her tongue to prevent herself from bursting out laughing -- she knows it's not the sport that's funny, it's his enthusiastic demonstration in the wrong body. ]

You should -- [ she clears her throat; ] -- show me as yourself sometime. I have a feeling it's much more, uh. Andalite natural!

[omnomnombunzuh]

Am I not doing it right?

[ Poor guy, he sounds embarrassed. He thought he'd mastered human gestures! ]

Perhaps sometime I will.

[whatsupcroc]

No, no, I'm sure you are! I think this might be one of those things that's just going to make more sense when shown as an Andalite. For having all the right pointy bits.

[ She makes a vague gesture to his backside. He knows... the whole tail thing. ]