"Excrement is a very disorganized material. Could this be the creature's shit?"Basel smiled. "Two dimensional shit from a two-dimensional creature?" S...re, why not? And maybe alcohol-based shit decomposes at very low temperatures. We know the creature is active and the infrareds are picking up absolutely nothing. Its body temperature seems to be as cold as the environment."Basel looked skeptical. "I don't know Eli. The creature is alive and active outside, yet these black flaps have broken down. It was a hard habit to break. Someone picked up on the fourth ring. I nearly lost my nerve and hung up, but I made myself stay on the line. I’d earned this. A voice I instantly recognized as Andrew’s said, ‘Hello?’ ‘Hi, uh, is this Andrew? ‘Yeah, who is this?’ ‘Marri,’ I said, refusing to go into more detail. He’d just met me not even twenty-four hours ago. If he forgot me already, he wasn’t worth bothering with. And I’d have given a blow-job for nothing. ‘Marri!’ he said, sounding happy. ‘I. It was sounding pretty good, our Riff is a freshman, but man, can he sing and dance. I think he’s in SEVEN BRIDES FOR SEVEN BROTHERS.There had been a few more pauses then there should have been. Tonight was the first rehearsal that the actors couldn’t stop and ask for help on lines; they had to ‘muddle through’ unless somebody went fubar, and our director Marcus didn’t like fubars.My first scene was coming. I went out on cue and remembered all my lines – listening for my cues and thinking about. She smiled and knew I was flattered. I told her how sexy she was looking. “I can see that,” she looked at my dick while saying that, and continued, “Thank you for the compliments though.” She pushed aside the hairs on her face. I called her in and I decided to tease her.I sat on the couch and talked to her about the office. There were big disappointment and frustration on her face. I loved it. I told her, “I want to see your performance. Why don’t you show me what you got?” She put her handbag.