Friends of Foes?

"I've got an idea," you tell Blackfire.

You stab your spoon into the hill again, and take out a large chunk. You then fly up and see the ship as it is landing. You take aim, and *WHOOSH* you fling the chunk of ice cream at the ship's windows, and fly back down to Blackfire.

"What'd you do that for?!" she hisses.

"Don't worry," you tell her, "whoever it is, we can take them. Meanwhile, let's have some more."

You lead her over to a different ice cream hill and stab your spoon into that. You pull out a big scoop of chocolate ice cream. As before, you you devour the giant spoonful, laughing and licking the ice cream that ends up on Blackfire's cheeks.

You hear voices coming from the ship, but none you recognize.

"GAAH! Who threw ice cream on our ship!"

"Somebody else must be here! Let's find them!"

You decide to save them the time, and you and Blackfire fly over to them. Two twin aliens are lumbering around, looking high and low, then spot you after a moment.

"Hey..." one says, then pauses. "Are you the guys who flung ice cream on our ship?"

You take your big spoon, stab the hill again, and fling the giant chunk of ice cream at the twin that spoke.

"That answer your question?" you laugh.

The other twin gets angry, and pulls out a large lazer cannon. *BZZZOO BZZZOO* He fires, and you and Blackfire land fast.

*ZAP ZAP* Blackfire shoots lazer eyes at the gun, and *KABOOM* it blows up in the user's stubby hands.

*WHOOSH* You fly at the standing twin, and knock him into the fallen twin.

"OK! OK!" one of the twin shouts. "You're too good, we won't fight back!"

"Good," you say. "It was only a prank, after all."

"What are you two doing here anyway?" Blackfire asks.

"We just wanted ice cream!" they shout together.

You help them up, and they run off, grabbing up some spoons. Like bulldozers, they eat a whole quarter of the cookies-and-cream hill themselves!

"What species are you guys?" you ask.

"We're Woburgins!" They shout (NOTE: i made up that race, it isn't real. Pronounced Woah-burg-ins)

"Ah, that explains the appetite," Blackfire comments. "On par with us Tamaranians."

"You're Tamaranians?!" they shout. "Then we should have an eating contest!"