"And over on this side of the Quadrant is one of the messiest planets, yet full of such diverse beings!"
T'ul'gt squinted at the bluish orb, rubbing her third chin with a critical tentacle, "Messy is right, these creatures aren't designed to digest plastics but it seems to be in everything, even the wet ones."
"Yet they persist!"
"I can barely stomach this... what else about this dimension do you like so much, Po'ks'wy?"
"It has pockets!"