The protein on the reception plate wriggled its tiny legs when Carl probed it experimentally with a fork. He discreetly shifted the course aside and covered it with a napkin. Suspect cartes du jour are a frequent defect at interplanetary ambassador receptions.
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So glad that Carl knew that. 🙂
Those legs get caught in your throat.
Sounds like a Klingon chef 🙂
Mmm, gagh.
Borghel eggs would be Klingon. And I feel extra-nerdy for knowing that.
Tasty.
Nom nom nom.
Lord, I would drop dead if my dinner started moving on my plate! LOL Probably would crap myself and cause a scene. This made me laugh. Thanks for the giggles this morning. This was truly brilliant!! 🙂
Diplomats get paid to not cause scenes, no matter what. But yep, that entree sounds pretty horribad to me!
Could be worse. Jovians might consider us the main course.
Ugh 😛
Ha! Great little scene you painted here. I loved it.
I suggest the Veal. (Thank you!)
If we ever do discover life on other planets, I’m packing my own food.
Alien proteins are likely toxins anyway. Good plan!