A Quick Slice of Gootkap - Quarg and Thulg #1

Quarg shrugged. “It was, uh, magical.”
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“What?!” snapped Thulg, his six and a five-eights tentacles flapping in the current like catatonic sea snakes.

Quarg sucked in a quantity of liquid-ethane through his breathing hole and puffed out his head bag. “You heard me, you buffkin!”

Thulg hated getting stuck on surface patrol with Quarg. He was, for all intents and purposes, a kwuffmin. And when he puffed his deformed headbag out like that, he looked every bit of a kwuffmin. “I’m sorry, Quarg. That wasn’t very fair of me. Everything has just been so… different. Ever since the… ”

“Humans?”

“Yes, ever since the humans landed. Learning their flutters from that Weekipeeedeeeahhh our elders were able to mindmeld with has been hard enough. I just don’t want to mess it up. You know?”

“Yeah,” Quarq nodded slowly. “It is almost boofk time.”

“Saturn almighty!” snapped Thulg. “Our species is on the verge of making contact with another intelligent race, and all you can think about is filling your gutsack! For all we know, we could be those very Squartblaats!”

Quarg tensed his five and two-thirds tentacles, and spoke in a tense flutter that was very much out of character for the Squartblaat. “That’s what I was trying to tell you, Thulg! I already saw one!”

Thulg went limp with fear. “Saw what, exactly?”

“A human! I popped through the surface to grab a quick slice of gootkap, and there she was, standing there with a giant magical on her head!”

“A magical on her head?”

​“Yeah, granted I ain’t the best at the language yet, but that’s what it was. A magical. The same thing that guy that started all their interfamilial wars has over one of his weekwuffs.”

“You really are a gooflinking kwuffmin, Quarg. That’s a monocle!”