Do you have any idea how long it’s been since the last sandbox for Purrloin? Inconceivable.
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Leaving the bridge, Thoos said cheerily, “Okay, we had a couple limbic fizzlers, let’s go.” Looking at Rodrigo, Knox said, “I’m not sure it affected Rigo very well.” Grinning, Rodrigo said, “You’s kidding? Iz great.” Getting off the ship into a sandy desert, Thoos said, “Sorry about that. Some people react strongly to fizzlers. Ah well, it’ll wear off soon. Shall we adventure?” Turning back, Picknar noticed that Purrloin followed them off the ship. Picknar said, “Oh look. Purrloin wants to join us on the hover dune bikes.” Purrloin then proceeded to take a poop in the sand, kicked sand over the poo to cover it up, and re-boarded the ship. Watching, Picknar said, “Or not.”
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That cat sizes opportunities and gets crap done. Admirable traits.
Nature calls. Energy in, waste products out.
Well, we can check “Cat pooping” off the Spacetrawler list.
Would Potty Bot be responsible for synthesizing cat litter? Much to think about.
So much for your catbox planet.
Don’t kid yourselves. That was clearly a non-verbal indication of exactly what Purrloin thinks of joining them on the hover dune bikes.