Your Metabolism Gets Me High No homeless Terrans loitering anywhere near the Centauran embassy not even a scrap of trash blowing around and they are hiring, always hiring. I saw a methane breather behind the mall today going thru the dumpsters, it was shaking bad, cyan bruises around its eyes and a wet, hungry look. Amber alert on Embassy Row jittery monsters on the corner smell like farts, stare and stare lick their lips when humans pass.