“Of course. We’re dealing with a spaceship that contained an alien in an atmosphere no human could survive, but you think you can tell when something’s not right. I bow to your wisdom!”
“Screw you!”
“Thankfully, that is one bodily function of yours I don’t have to cater for!”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Let’s just say that when that tentacle grabbed us and pulled us towards the mouth you were clearly scared. I had to clean up your mess from that. As usual.”
Samuel scowled. There wasn’t really any way to argue with that. He wasn’t sure whether the Suit was telling the truth, but it was certainly true that if he spent a long time in the Suit it had to dispose of any bodily wastes. Thankfully, through the magic of science, it managed it despite him wearing clothes between it
