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[Archenteron]

One day I was AN ANGRY GHOST, a Martian Diplomat. I explained to the station that Martians go through several state changes throughout their lives, and one is a ghostly one. The anger was a mistranslation. A journalist came up to interview me while I was receiving the customary human greeting of being pushed down and farted on (and shanked once with a broken bottle). I explained that I was there to try out fine human cuisine, and that the chef on the station was highly reccomended. As the Chef busied himself preparing a fine banquet for his guest, the Captain walked up to me, the journalist, and bystanders, and shot himself in the head with a russian revolver.

His macrobomb ensured no survivors.

I then floated around the bar for 10 minutes, commenting mournfully that the Chef's food looked delicious and that it would take me 20 years to reform as a solid-state Martian. The VOX later stated "Chef. You. Are. Good."