A continuing story of Chaz the GELF, bartender at the Intergalactic Truckstop.

Chaz lifts his foot again, feeling the sap pull and suck. The colors brighten as it stretches, long-chain molecules pulled into new chromatic configurations. (There are whole university chemistry subdepartments dedicated to the study of Mother Kreakin's sap.) A slow step forward, then another... Around him the pollen rains down. Chaz isn't sure what happens when it lands on the sap; it doesn't seem to last there.

Thanks again to chaz-fox for letting me play with Chaz. See him in his native habitat.

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