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.
13 thoughts on “Diplomatic Corps Dinner”
So glad that Carl knew that. 🙂
Those legs get caught in your throat.
Sounds like a Klingon chef 🙂
Borghel eggs would be Klingon. And I feel extra-nerdy for knowing that.
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.
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!