Next Best Thing

“Welcome to this emergency meeting of The Planetary Tribunal. As you both know, we have a Grappis crisis. Suggestions?”

“Give into their demands completely,” Eytan brayed as usual.

“Strict. What’s the next best thing? Pasler?”

“Gleb hartok.”

“Doubtful we can’t round up that much syrup.”

“Nonsense, Selwyn. That’s not what he said?” Eytan protested.

“I told you to learn Bosa. Grappis?”

“Fatz rod bur sod?”

“Don’t think she’d do that again.”

“Who?” Eytan demanded.

“Focus. The crisis?”

“Wadku namb?”

“Pasler, you’re right,” Selwyn said, drawing his vaporizer to blast Eytan from existence.

“Bombo tiler?”

“A drink sounds good, Grappis later.”