Fuck That Shit

"Fuck that shit," I growled, looking at Da'kea. He appeared to be sitting in some type of dark room with only a single bed. I shook my head, pushing aside his evident lack of decorating skills to the issue at hand. "I am not going to stand in front of all those guys and let them smell me."

"It wouldn't be like that," said Da'kea in an assuring manner, but that managed to piss me off that much more.

"And what would it be like?" I demanded, crossing my arms in front of me. I didn't have my armor on; Ye'tab, being the absolute genius that he was, got the environmental controls working, so I was no longer in danger of freezing to death.