#ok new plan
“But how did you manage to catch your quarry? You haven’t any claws or wings or particularly sharp teeth, I can’t possible imagine you catching a… What were they called? Deer?”
Elle smiles dryly at the alien, as though the answer was obvious. “Same way we solve all our problems,” She drawls in Common, accent heavy. “We run.”
“I REFUSE to run!” cried the human.
The alien sputtered in confusion at the abducted specimen. The course laid before them was simple enough, and even offered a prize on the other end!
“Butwhy?” he said. “It’s part of your key evolutionary growth! You learned to sweat just so you could run more!”
The human proceeded to lay flat on the ground as if already exhausted.
“Those weren’t me. Those were my ancestors. Sorry to great gram and pops Adam and Eve, but I will not run unless something is trying to kill me. And even then…” they lazily lift a hand and dropped it, “…meh.”
“Noted.”
