This one is kind of fun and definitely short.
"Slatter, it's too hot."
"Doona, shut up."
Silver and burning vitrol slid down Doona's abdomen. She was totally knackered and Slatter was an idiot.
"Slatter, we're going to shrivel up out here and Tatorel is never going to be able to invade this bloody planet."
Slatter's giant third eye on the back of his head rolled to look at Doona.
"Shut it. Tatorel is the one who picked this place."
This place had sounded so nice when they looked at a human atlas. Doona hadn't expected the heat and the venomous animals they had encountered in their two days in the barren, red expanse. Thankfully for Slatter and Doona, they were more venomous than the animals they faced.
"This place gives me the collywobbles," Doona whined.
"Good Gratish, Doona," Slatter muttered before saying. "Fucking Australia."
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