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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] acceptance into your society?" Sykes hesitated outside the slugmobile, pondering that one carefully. Finally he declared around a mouthful of greasy fries, "Don't go asking a cop about the goodness of human nature, George. - He slipped in behind the wheel and started unwrapping the rest of his food. Except that it wasn't his food. His expression contorted as he fought to mute his reaction. "Oh, God. I think I got yours here." He held up two neatly sliced strips of raw meat. Patches of animal fur clung to the unskinned exterior. He wasn't alone in his disgust. Francisco could barely stand to hold on to the dripping cheeseburger he'd just unfoiled. They quickly swapped handfuls. Sykes bit gratefully into his burger, savoring the taste of grease and fried beef and processed cheese. It helped settle his stomach. But he couldn't restrain his curiosity. Porter had been wrong. They did teach you a little about Newcomers in cop school. They just never taught you enough. He nodded at the unwrapped meat in his partner's hands. "Which kind is that? Raw what?" Holding one of the two strips like a piece of jerky, Francisco bit off a few inches. He replied while chewing slowly, clearly delighting in the taste of the dreadful stuff. "This is mole. We are extremely fortunate in that our 92 digestive systems are similar enough for us to ingest local foods. " " Geez, don't call that garbage 'food.' Have some respect." "Furthertnore," Francisco went on, "we find much of what you call vermin extremely palatable. This works to your benefit as well as to ours, since our culinary preferences coincide neatly with your dislikes. There is a new restaurant on the West Side, I am told, which specializes in serving heaping platters of. . ." "George! Just eat your crap, will you, and keep your mouth shut when you're not chewing?" Francisco hesitated, then obediently took another bite out of his meat strip. The second one rested on his lap, atop yellow wrapping paper. The Page 52 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html foil it had been served in was identical to the square which had held Sykes's cheeseburger except that the script on it was all alien. The burger chain's instantly recognizable logo was also unchanged. "It is good," he said around his mouthful, a bit defensively. "I'll bet." Sykes couldn't keep from staring in fascination as his partner masticated. Thank God the Newcomers naturally chewed with their mouths shut. "I got a kitchen question. " "I will try to answer." "Would it really put you out if they tossed that on the grill for a minute or two?" "It is not only a question of taste, Matt. If the food has been cooked, our bodies cannot assimilate the nutrients." "Kind of like with rice and vitamins, huh?" "I believe it is something like that. I have made a minor study of our different food habits. Serving is a hobby of my mate's. Did you know that in Southern America, in the regions crossed by the Andes Mountains, guinea pig has been a staple food of the local humans for thousands of years?" Sykes's stomach did a complete flip-flop. His daughter had kept guinea pigs as pets for several years. They were fat and furry. The thought of eating one cooked, much less raw ... Francisco rambled on, oblivious to the look on his partner's face. "The word for them down there is cui, pro- 90 nounced 'koo-ee' in English. I have seen pictures. Sometimes they are served in stews, sometimes simply gutted and split and unfortunately boiled with sauces. Often the hair remains on. I imagine that even after being dreadfully seared by flame the hair is still nice and crunchy on the way down." "George, I've got a large-caliber handgun in my shoulder holster, and if you don't shut up I may have to use it. " Francisco responded with a wide smile, not quite sure if his partner was merely engaging in the usual human hyperbole or if his suggestion was serious. Sykes blanched at the smile. "Oh, that's real attractive. You got fur in your teeth, George. Come on, man, do something with yourself, will you? We can't go out like that. We're gonna be talking to people- Geez.- The Newcomer made an effort to pick the fur out of his teeth. It caught [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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