The SalesGek's stomach churned as the group of travelers approached him, voices ringing in laughter and datapads at the ready.
"Awww, you're so cute!"
"What are you selling?"
"Can you teach me Gek?"
They crowded the storefront like they owned it, angling for selfies and patting him on the head. He held in an angry fart. He wanted to bite off their fingers and watch the nubs bleed. His First Spawn ancestors would have, and worse.
Instead he overcharged them. Such unintelligent beings would hardly miss their units.
Federation officials turned a blind eye. Anything to boost the bottom line.