Tamaranean Milk

"No, I should probably have something else, since the water didn't quench my thirst."

"Alright, we'll head back to the ship and see what there is." You and Blackfire fly back to the ship, letting the Woburgins do what they want.

Moments later, you and Blackfire are inside the ship's kitchen, and she opens the refridgerator unit.

"There's all kinds of juices in here," she says. "Blue juice, green juice, orange juice..."

"Give me a glass of each," you say.

Blackfire pulls out some drinking glasses, and pours out enough of each to fill them.

First you try the blue juice. A little tart, but still thirsty. Next, the green juice. Sour enough to make you squint your eyes and pucker your lips, but no go. Lastly, the orange juice. Pretty tangy, but it doesn't completely quench your thirst.

"None of them worked?" Blackfire asks, a little worried. You shake your head.

"What're you talking about, Saffire?" She looks at you, a little puzzled. "There's no such thing as 'Tamaranian' milk. And even if there was, I wouldn't have it!"

"Oh, you're wrong about that, Blackfire," you say. "Tamaranian milk does exist, and you DO have it. IN YOUR GREBNAKS!!"

You jump on Blackfire, and lift her shirt up.

"Saffire! Stop! What're you doing?!" she shouts.

You suck on Blackfire's grebnaks, trying to get something out of them. Damn, your thirst grows with every suck, but nothing comes out!

"Saffire, stop~!!" Blackfire says again, trying to shove you off. It is no use, you have those grebnaks in a powerful vacuum!

Blackfire's legs curl, and she stops trying to push you away, and you squeeze her grebnaks HARD. FINALLY, some milk comes out, and you guzzle it down. After several sips and gulps, your thirst is finally quenched. You release Blackfire and let out a sigh of relief.