I've got bad news for you ambassador. You aren't a diplomat. You are a bomb.
You are speaking metaphorically, of course.
No. The doctor analyzed your genetic code. Your Creethling creators built you as a living explosive.
But I was given full diplomatic authority to make peace.
I think it was just a ruse to get you close to the Golbwerian diplomats.
You're a peacemaker, all right. That's Creeth humor for you.
Ooh that makes me mad. Oooh! I'm so mad I could just, just ...
Er, given your unique metabolism, I think you should avoid that sort of hyperbole for now.
I'll be in the escape pod if anyone needs me.
That's right, today, August 5th, is my seventh wedding anniversary (one wedding, seven years). If you'd like to email congratulations to Sandra, feel free: (email address ommitted). And as always, thanks for reading the strip.