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Dining with divoradonti of Clabetius

continues the story of our holiday imaginary.
Summary of the previous episode:
lxxiii has almost run out of ammunition while
Lucifer is still in the prison camp Padano.





The clash between two dramatically different civilizations often produces embarrassment.
Like the time one of pseudoscimmia Busjak wanted to possess physically
to 'put things right' (his words) after a minor traffic accident, or
like the time I offered my ice cream to a child which Hr'ytty had fallen on his sidewalk, and
Hr'ytty have declared war on the planet on which we were (no one yet has found that there was my fault).

But this was far more embarrassing. The
divoradonti creatures are very civil and polite, and have a great sense of hospitality.
We did not seem real to have remedied an invitation to dinner, though a little 'we were afraid of ending up devoured.
Nothing could be more distant from the horrible reality.

According to the label of divoradonti complex, if a guest has not brought anything to eat
(say, a dessert, a bowl of ice cream, a bottle of wine) at a banquet at which he was invited to cut up one of
diners (guests, meaning those who are home this time) and offer it to others. We spent a whole hour

scrutinized in that way, not knowing what was wrong with us, and it was very tiring ... Clearly the embarrassment of
divoradonti was such that no one dared to tell us. However I
that even if I'd known, I would have pretended not to know.
Sure, I can not speak for Lucifer, who only yesterday had to hand a bag of fried Fentaj Doddu Wari,
and that when it comes to eating often caresses immorality.

The photo has made it the home of the first of a guy who laughed a lot Altair behind us, and eventually revealed the secret.

PS: do not do it at home on earth is considered unforgivably rude to kill a fellow.