Splootalien !exclusive! • Fresh & Deluxe

It was the size of a beached cargo pod, shaped like a deflated bouncy castle, and covered in short, orange fuzz. Its four limbs—if you could call them that—splayed outward at cartoonishly perpendicular angles. Its belly, a pale cream color, was pressed flush against the cracked mudflat. Its face, such as it was, consisted of two googly eyes (genuine, not metaphorical) and a tiny, pursed mouth that made a soft "mrrp" sound.

“Which is?”

Dr. Voss checked her hazard scanner. It blinked: THREAT LEVEL: CUDDLY. RECOMMENDED ACTION: BOOP SNOOT. splootalien

It was splooting.

Not attacking. Not scheming. Splooting —the full-body, belly-down, legs-akimbo sprawl of a creature that had given up on dignity entirely. It was the size of a beached cargo