…and grab that chocolate bar that the Fortune Teller gave me. This is it! “I offer you this.” A long limb appears from nowhere and takes the chocolate. The father brings it close to his face and sniffs it. “What is this? Human food?”
“It’s not just any food,” I explain. “It’s chocolate. The best food ever. Try it.” He unwraps it slowly, breaks it into half, throws one half to his wife and throws one half into his mouth. They’re unsure at first. Then their faces break into the biggest smiles. “MMM! Delicious! Where did you get this from, human?” the mother asks.
“I got it from a lady who lives in the Underground.” They’re both stunned.
“What! Those pesky Undergrounders had something this delicious?” the mother exclaims.
“Human! I demand that you go back and get us some more!” the father orders.
“I can’t, Your Alien-ness. That’s the last one. The last piece of chocolate ever.” I say, putting on my saddest face.
“No! This cannot be!” the mother cries.
“We must have more of this chocolate!” the father insists.
“If you help me, I can get you more chocolate.” I reply triumphantly. They look at me with amazement.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, puny human,” the father nods. “What shall we do for you?”
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