OUT OF THE BLUE

摘要

"Yargh-thr! You Chinese?" The ten- eyed Gorgon stared at me, drunk. "No, I'm Malay." "Wussat?" His spittle flew like rockets. "Human subclass." "Human? You sure you're not Chinese?" Goo oozed from one corner of his mouth. I gave him a sympathetic look. This is why I don't drink. "You should go home. Wife might be worried." "Wife? What wife?" All ten eyes went blank, then bulged in recognition. "Oh. Yargh!"