imported_Terran Starek
Jul 26th, 2002, 04:42:12 PM
"Master Yoghurt's Bar & Grill," Terran read the sign aloud. It seemed to be a pretty lively place. Mostly dotted with Jedi and the likes, a fresh aroma of tasty foods danced underneath Terran's nose. He had traveled quite a ways to get here and his stomach cried out that it was time for some food.
He seated himself at a small table and ordered the house special. It sounded appetizing enough. He wasn't particulary picky at this time, he just needed something to fill the hole in his stomach.
He sat, contently observing his surroundings. He belonged here. He had dreamed about this place. He had finally made it home.
Now, he wondered, I need to find a good conversationalist...
He seated himself at a small table and ordered the house special. It sounded appetizing enough. He wasn't particulary picky at this time, he just needed something to fill the hole in his stomach.
He sat, contently observing his surroundings. He belonged here. He had dreamed about this place. He had finally made it home.
Now, he wondered, I need to find a good conversationalist...