Bob is contacted by his boss, Mr. Potato, while out in deep space, still doing his paperwork from the LAST mission. Bob was to go to planet Florpin, a planet of bird-like aliens, and track down an outlaw.
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Finally reaching the ground on the Porp's back, Bob slid off of the Porp and laid on the straw floor. He was not ready to deal with gravity anymore right now.
"Dankon, amiko." (Thank you, friend) Bob sputtered, looking up at the Porp as he made a straw angel in the floor by shifting his arms and legs back and forth.
"Are you okay?" The Porp responded, looking down at Bob.
"I don't feel great. Do you have any non-bicycle vehicles I could use to get to a hospital?"
"Uh, no... Why would you need something besides a bicycle?" The Porp chirped.
Bob groaned and shut his eyes briefly. "Look, uh. What is your name?"
"Storphen."
"Storphen, would you be so kind as to grab my shoulders and fly me to a doctor? I don't think I could make it on a bicycle."
"Ummm." Storphen thought a moment, looked over Bob, and looked at the door. "Look, I have a lot of work to do..."
Bob lazily raised one hand and made a "go on" gesture. Storphen waddled out of the building and Bob stayed still, his eyes closed. The world was still spinning around him, and any movement Bob would make threatened to make him hurl. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the feeling of the ground beneath him.
He was awakened by chirping, though he wasn't sure how long he had been out.ĺ
"Sinjoro Bobo?"
"Jes?"
"Mi nomiĝas je Ornna." (My name is Ornna) "I am your assistant for this case."
Bob laid there in silence, possibly having dozed off again, and Ornna nudged him back awake. Bob startled and finally opened his eyes.
"I'm Ornna. I work with the Porp Police and I'm here to guide you around Lorp."
"Oh, good. Sorry, I'm a bit worn down right now. That...er, climb took a lot out of me." Bob stared past Ornna, up at the ceiling, waaaay up high.
Ornna's feathery face hovered over Bob, her sky blue feathers a welcome change from the gray walls of the building. Her cheek feathers were pink, giving the illusion of blushing, though she was plenty collected.
"Mr. Bob, let's get you to the ambassador suite we have prepared for you, it looks like you need a rest."
