Jim was used to having noogies, because Aisha would give him a noogie all the time. The first few times that Aisha had done this, Jim would try to wiggle out of it, but his Ctarl-Ctarl pal was much too strong for him...so Jim let Aisha give him a noogie and not struggle these days. He had been given a noogie in a headlock before. Trisha had given him a noogie a moment ago, and he had struggled to get loose. As he was struggling, his foot settled in Trisha's huge belly...but only for a moment. His foot had begin to sink into the flabby flesh. That didn't bother Jim...he had slept on Aisha's huge belly and used it as a bed before she came to command the Orta Hone-Hone. Before that, Jim would rub Aisha's big belly after she ate Terrans on Sentiel III. He found out that he enjoyed rubbing the belly of Aisha, and vice versa. According to Aisha, Jim's rubbing made digestion much easier. Aisha....Jim missed Aisha and he wondered if he would be sold to Aisha again sometime in the future. Not that he didn't like Trisha or Paige. Jim felt more comfortable with Aisha then other Ctarl-Ctarls. Maybe it was because Jim had known Aisha for longer. There weren't many other Ctarl-Ctarls on Sentiel III, but Aisha wasn't the only one. The other Ctarl-Ctarl that had lived on Sentiel III was named Sally Goodpaw and she wasn't as nice as Aisha was towards other Terrans. Sally and Jim had bumped into each other at Cylde's Bar and Sally was ready to gobble Jim down when Aisha came to the rescue and told Sally that Jim was her meal for the evening. Jim was very lucky to have a Ctarl-Ctarl for a friend.
"Hey, Jimmy" Trisha's voice brought Jim back to reality. Trisha was still leaning towards him, making the table groan under her belly. Her belly had been silent for a full minute now...meaning that the Terran inside was nothing but mush now. Trisha let loose a loud belch.
"Excuse you" said Jim.
"What are you excusing me for?" asked Trisha.
"You...ah, forget it" said Jim.
"Well...let's see what we're doing this afternoon" said Trisha, pulling out a piece of paper. "nothing but maintence jobs"
"How boring" said Jim.
"You said it" said Trisha. "it might be good for the ship, but it's dull work"
"Depends on the job" said Jim.
"Whatever" said Trisha. "anyway, wanna rub my belly?"
"No time for that" said a female voice. Trisha looked around and saw Charlotte, Trisha's Commanding Officer. "You, Paige and that Terran genius are too do maintence on the engines...among other places"
"But lunch isn't over" whined Trisha.
"It is in 3 minutes" said Charlotte, looking at her wristwatch.
Charlotte was tall and somewhat skinny...she must've eaten at least one Terran. Charlotte glanced at Jim and fought the impulse to grab the Terran and gobble him up. The only thing that stopped Charlotte from eating Jim was that damn leather collar around Jim's neck. Sure, the Terran was a genius when it came to repairing stuff, but that didn't stop Charlotte from wanting to eat Jim. Charlotte walked away from the table.
"Bitch" muttered Trisha.