Hurk turned all the way in his tank to regard me. “The gnoll child? Why would I do that? I’ve been giving all of these little snot factories ones and twos all morning.” “If you give her a good score, I’ll say I really like the design of the Desperado Club during my next panel.” “Sold!” Hurk said. He looked up at the soother kid holding the flower sculpture. “You’re still here? It’s middling at best. Make way for a real artist.” The tall alien kid nodded solemnly and walked off.
