Open New Friends, Old Fossils

[Levin Mumak]

Spoiler: Music IC

The Grand Tour Museum on Trantor, an ecumomenuopoolis world, was not the biggest or best museum in the city but it was sophisticated enough. That day, it was no less busy, packed with tourists and all kinds of visitors, though no one ever suspected the Chevin.

Levin Mumak strolled the floor as casually as the custodian was mopping it beside him. The Sith was donned in hooded blue robes lined in purple, foregoing his traditional brown garments so that he might at least look the part of a refined individual within an establishment as cultured as this museum.

Over here was a statue of a Jedi, who knew who maybe Anakin Windu or whozitcallzit, and over there hung the bones of a Krayt dragon. Over there he saw the Darksaber, a replica anyway, and over here were three teenagers poking fun at a painting of a nude Ortolan.

Clearly, the Grand Tour Museum catered to just about anything and everything, neither specialized as an art museum or an archaeology museum, but having both and more.

For his part, Levin was content with gazing at a very old wooden wagon with pink cows tethered to it, fake of course. There was something rather alluring about the wheels that made the wheels in his own elongated head turn.

“Hurrrrrrrmmm,” Levin thought as he stroked his snout like a Human might rub their chin.

“HAHAHA! LOOK GUYS! WHAT ARE YOU, YOU UGLY KARKER, AN ELEPHANT!?” Cackled three teenagers who had lost interest in the painting and approached Levin the Chevin.

Your doom, he thought as he promptly turned around, spread his arms and opened his great and glorious mouth. “BLEEEEEEHHHHHHHH!!!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” screeched the teenagers as they promptly ran away.

Hurrrmmmmmm.


@lizziie

 

[Poothaniel]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Levin was so cool. He was like, the coolest of the cool. He was so cool in fact, that Poothaniel had been practicing his own burps! When the group of teenagers pointed and laughed at Levin, and after he promptly send them running with a foul burp, Poothaniel let out a burp of his own.

"Behp!"​

It was followed shortly by a high-pitched squee! as the force he put on his stomach to squeeze out the burp also squeezed out something foul from the backside.

"Yeah! You better run! See yA' SUCKERS~!"​

The air filled with the foul stench of Chevin-innards and Wermal gas, which combined was a hell of a stench. The janitor mopping nearby all but passed out at the smell, then did his best to scramble away. He ended up slipping on the wet floor though. *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

@Die Shize

 

[Levin Mumak]

Spoiler: Music IC [Recurring]

Hurrrrrmmmmmm. Levin looked left, looked right, having heard a “behp” that sounded like one of his very own burps only more of a blue belt belch than a black belt belch as was his own.

On the other hand, on the other mouth, from the other end, came a whole different kind of something to rival said Chevin’s burp. Said high-pitched squee! was forced out with the Force (surely) as the air was amalgamated with front end and rear end odors both foul and unpleasant.

Levin watched quite helplessly (in the sense of unwilling to help) as that custodian placed a hand on his forehead, ‘woe is me and all’, and appeared to be passing out as surely as gas was passed.

“I fear the end is nigh,” the custodian said as he withdrew to the floor, carrying his mop with him.

“Feed my fish,” beckoned an old lady before she fainted to the floor as well.

“I’M FAT” said a suspiciously skinny Muun before he fell too.

Curious as to this daring endeavor, Levin the Chevin approached the other being who had taunted those teens away. This being who had passed enough gas to level a Death Star appeared to be as pink as those fake cows back at the wagon. A Wermal, yes indeed.

“Greetings and salutations,” Levin offered, bowing his head. It wasn’t much of a bow though on account of his head being one giant snout. “I sense something…powerful…within you…” And he didn't mean whatever was in the Wermal's gut.

The Chevin and the Wermal would find themselves standing in a circle of unconscious bodies as security began to close in, as puzzled as punished by a lingering smell.


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