Breya: I've got bad news for you ambassador. You aren't a diplomat. You are a bomb.
Ch'vorthq: You are speaking metaphorically, of course.
Breya: No. The doctor analyzed your genetic code. Your Creethling creators built you as a living explosive.
Ch'vorthq: But I was given full diplomatic authority to make peace.
Breya: I think it was just a ruse to get you close to the Golbwerian diplomats.
Schlock: You're a peacemaker, all right. That's Creeth humor for you.
Ch'vorthq: Ooh that makes me mad. Oooh! I'm so mad I could just, just ...
Breya: Er, given your unique metabolism, I think you should avoid that sort of hyperbole for now.
Schlock: I'll be in the escape pod if anyone needs me.
Footnote: 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.