Agu frowned. “Well, sir, she’s—” “Slimy? Does it have antennae and those big yanfuyanfu eyes?” Benson asked, a smirk on his face. “They’re not evil like the ones in all the movies,” Adaora added. Benson grunted, twirling his pencil in his hand. “You know, it was just alcohol.” “What?” Agu snapped. “At the checkpoint last night,” Benson said. “We were all drunk and tired. And you can’t tell me she didn’t want it.”
