“I’m gonna go shower. Sorry I stained that—do you want me to run the sheets through the wash?” I ask, pointing to the pile. “Why should you be sorry about what your body does naturally?” He seems annoyed I would even ask. “I don’t know, Earthmen are usually annoyed by it.” “Earthmen sound like f’teeing children. You’re in pain monthly to continue your species, and they feel the need to complain? Are they as weak in form as they are in their constitutions?”
