What could possibly ruin the honeymoon of Jivat and Bardi, a couple sweeter and closer than even the gummy bears melted in the July sun? How about Bardi flirting with that whore of a waitress in Rangapur, not even noticing Jivat’s hot seaweed-green, more-revealing-than-necessary dress? Or spending more time swearing at that plastic golf club standing on the purple grass than being with her? Sure, the planet Varda is nice, but why should she put up with this kind of behaviour, like a stray cockro
Published on April 05, 2009 07:16