It's a nice evening and Pate was still nibbling a skull.
Suddenly, he came up with something…
"Hey, check this out!" Pate looked at everyone, after received their look he continued, "What do you think about the drones?"
"Our main workers," Pete answered with no hesitation.
"Yeah," agreed Fite.
Jeff only nodded his head.
"You know, they're really important," Pate said.
"Okay, what's make you so care about those drones?" asked Pete.
"They're our forebear!" Pate affirmed.
"No way!" Fite snorted.
"There's a way!" Pate pleaded, "Listen, we're all born from larvae, right?"
"Uh huh," nodded Pete.
"And larvae are from hatchery!" continued Pate, "and who mutated into the hatchery? A drone!"
Everyone was silent for a moment, thinking that idea of Pate. It was Jeff, who surprisingly broke the silence.
"Hell, you're damn right," chuckled Jeff.
"Told ya!" Pate laughed in a snarl and continued after another thought. "Oh, that makes me think, which came first, the hatchery or the drone? Larvae can morph into drones, too."
Silence was set again. Everybody thought for another moment…
"Hey! There's enemy!" shouted Pete.
Everyone looked quickly at the distance cautiously, ready to attack…
But, it was nothing.
After staring for seconds at nothing, they turned to Pete, the one who shouted.
"You should see your face, Pate!" laughed Pete on his back.
"Damn you, Pete!" snarled Pate "I should have known it was your trick!"
Pete was still laughing so hard that he couldn't turn himself over. Pate got up on his feet.
"I'll have another meal!"
"Always… predictable!" said Pete, hardly in his laugh. He knew his twin would eat after he got embarrassments.
"Wait for me," Jeff chuckled and followed Pate. He'd chuckled a lot since he met the twins.
"Hey…" Pete tried to roll over, "I'm hungry, too! Oh, wanna go, big guy?"
"No, thanks. Just go," answered Fite. He usually doesn't join the party.
"Don't go too far, guys!" recommended Teme.
"Don't worry boss, we're just around," said Pate from a distance.
They found a marine corpse nearby. Pate sprinted to him and split his suite. His twin and Jeff helped him in the process.
"Hey, twin, leave me the skull this time!" suggested Pete.
"No skull for trickers!" Pate quickly stood in the corpse's skull, growling.
"C'mon, you've just have one!" Pete begged.
Pate stared his twin motionless. Very long though…
He finally kicked the skull at Pete's direction with his fore-foot. "Okay, but not because you want it, it's because I want to eat something else."
He turned around with a satisfied smile. Pate always takes care of his twin, he just wanted to make a joke. And his twin knew this, he happily took the skull and began to nibble.
"Leave me the torso, please," said Jeff. He quickly cut it with his claws.
"Today, I'll be back with my second favorite!" said Pate as he split the lower parts of the body "The things between these creature legs!"
"What the hell are those?" Pete stopped nibbling the skull and looked at them.
"Who cares! As long as they're delicious!" Pate took a big bite down.
And they ate the corpse together.
Inspired in June 20, 2011
Typed in June 21, 2011