Klytus sighed, wiping slime off his face. “My wife believes the cloud isn’t mindless. It’s a gourmand. It’s been selectively consuming celestial bodies for billions of years, developing a cosmic palate.”
“You idiots!” Dr. Fen shrieked, not with fear, but with academic rage. “You’ve ruined it! We were this close to proving the ‘Great Flavor Hypothesis’!” The Orville
“Oh, for crying out loud,” Ed muttered. “Red alert. Alara, get a security team. We’re going in.” Klytus sighed, wiping slime off his face
Back on the bridge, the crew was picking themselves up off the floor. not with fear
Ed grabbed Dr. Fen by the shoulders. “How do we get it to spit us out?”