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The Chief Lizzard was geckoish and gymnastically clinging to a glass window below a porch light, flicking its poison blue tongue to catch insects. The other two were goanaish, surly and prone to bursts of drooling. Being carrion eaters, they were droolishly pawing through the contents of the streetside trash can.
"Hey look," grumbled one, "There is some cheesepaper," and it proceeded to scrim its long gray drooly tongue over the paper in order to extract the melted cheese from the cheeseburger wrapper.
"Agent Pungent," spoke the little Lizzard, "So nice to see you here. The boys here and I need to file a report with the IDIGIPSAA about an interdimensional incident that occurred here."
"That's not the way I heard it," said Asp, "I heard that a Lizzard ended up in my ex-wife's house while she was in the shower. There's no law against protecting oneself in one's own home."
"Perhaps so, but your ex-wife's tragic victim was a colleague of mine. She was attached to the Embassy here and had diplomatic immunity."
"SHE?", questioned Pungent, "Do you mean to tell me the breaker and enterer was female?"
"Yes, in this particular reproductive cycle, she assumed a female gender. And," hissed the Chief Lizzard, "she was merely looking for a humid place to lay her eggs when she was accosted by Mrs. Pungent."
"Bark woof," said Pundit.
Asparagus leaned down as if to scritch Pundit behind the ears, and Pundit subvocalized via his implanted vocoder, "I dunno, this all smells fishy to me."
"I think it's something the goanas uncovered in the trash can," subvocalized Asp.
"No, Asp, I meant that it seems unlikely that a female Lizzardian ambassador would accidentally wander into Stringbean's house while looking for a warm moist hole to bury her eggs in," subvocalized Pundit.
"Do you think she was planning to get a message to IDIGIPSAA through Stringbean?", subvocalized Asp.
"You sure do like to scritch your dog, don't you," interruped the Chief.
"Oops!", thought Pundit, and said, "Stand up and ask some more questions already."
"Yes, Pundit is a good dog. That's a good boy, who's a good boy, you are, yes you are. Oh, uhm, pardon me. I get carried away with the baby talk sometimes. So, do you think the ambassador was there to give away intergalactic secrets?", Asp inquired nonchalantly.
"It's good to see your interrogation skills are improving," Pundit subvocalized snarkily.
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