Milk? Milk?! MILK!? What the....Oh well. It was a game!
The tin cone took another swig. He was seeing her for the first time. He didn't like what he saw. A predator? Maybe....Hard to tell. Most people were. He was.
"Games can be fun. Even we play them."
He spoke with a softer voice. The penny taste was lost. He handed the bottle back.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
"No," Rikard sighed exasperatedly. "Milk... Cow, goat or Otter, I don't care... just give me a glass of milk you marsupial-minded excuse for a muppet!"
Rikard stared at the shot glass that had been set down before him. Something that looked suspiciously like whisky had been set inside it.
The doctor glanced up, "have you ever wondered what a Gaian snipper-fox looks like from the inside? Kind of what your daughter is going to look like if you don't fetch me a glass of milk! Go... find an Otter and milk it..."
He sighed again at the glass sitting on the bar before him, downing it as the bartender set off to find milk. It was amazingly simple, in bars like that, to get free drinks... if you were enough of a Ba....
"Do you two mind not mating in public?" Rikard snapped, turning his head. "She's in heat, and you're desperate, get a room already!"
"Your pupils are dilated and..." he sniffed the air. "You are putting out some rather powerful pheromones. Either your in heat or your cat just died." He smiled, looking over at the other gentleman. "Though procreation with this one would probably yield some good offspring. He looks to be from a sufficiently decent depth in the gene-pool... the bar tender however..."