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Jaxom doesn't have a clue where he is. All he's been able to get out of the locals is that he's in The Present Place, which is inhabited by The People. He doesn't have a way off planet, there are absolutely no bars, and the indigenous species reproduces by mitosis and appear to be immune to his charms and pheromones. It's so ridiculously unfair.
At least it's a nudist planet. And The People aren't half bad to look at.
So here he is, camped out halfway down a long pier, pondering the theft of the closest (non-alcoholic) beverage he can get his hands on while he waits for Mavek to hit it lucky on Planetary Roulette.
Jaxom doesn't have a clue where he is. All he's been able to get out of the locals is that he's in The Present Place, which is inhabited by The People. He doesn't have a way off planet, there are absolutely no bars, and the indigenous species reproduces by mitosis and appear to be immune to his charms and pheromones. It's so ridiculously unfair.
At least it's a nudist planet. And The People aren't half bad to look at.
So here he is, camped out halfway down a long pier, pondering the theft of the closest (non-alcoholic) beverage he can get his hands on while he waits for Mavek to hit it lucky on Planetary Roulette.
