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creature of great intellect, however
this assumption would not have been made if Reg were a creature
capable of the sense of smell, as ordinarily no creature of great
intellect would have on their breath the scent of 12 Crammington
Krish Fortinis.
    Reg led Dr.
Brash to the Greeg cage.
    “You can have
that one,” he said, pointing at Zook. “I have suspected he is
slightly more intelligent then the other Greegs.”
    “Why do you
suspect that?”
    “He bangs his
face against the bars slightly less often than the others.”

CHAPTER 15
    a Pair of Old
Friends Take in a Show
     
    The crowd
laughed and howled and rolled around on the ground. This would
never get old. Nothing made them feel better about themselves than
seeing a Greeg be a Greeg, and knowing for certain that they were
not a Greeg.
    Naddy had, in
no particular order, and in the last hour:
     
Attempted to
eat his left arm
Realized it
was futile considering his lack of teeth
Strained his
neck muscles trying to look at his own asshole
Tried to pop
his neck back into place
Considering his neck hadn’t been popped out of place,
suffered severe damage to his spine.
    For a brief
moment of self-awareness, Naddy actually realized that he was a
source of mockery. He felt the disdain and condescension from the
carnival goers. He paused for a second and looked out pathetically.
His eyes asked the carnival goers if this was really the way things
should be. He questioned why they were so much better than him, and
if so, why did they simply point and laugh instead of helping him
be like them? He hadn’t chosen to be a Greeg, he was simply born
one. The carnivalites hadn’t actually accomplished anything more
than him, other than not being born a Greeg. For a nanosecond, he
was acutely aware of all of this and he begged with his eyes to be
taken out of the cage and to be one of them. His plea faintly
registered with no one and was instantly forgotten when he shook
off the silly thought at the sight of the female waking from a nap.
With no competition from Zook, Naddy had her all to himself. He
barely even tried any more. He bumbled over to her side and farted
directly in her face. Then he punched himself a few times in the
mouth and kneed an inanimate object. Lacking any semblance of
self-esteem, the female shrugged and pulled out the procreational
paraphernalia.
    As the
act of sex began it should be noted that I lied a little bit in the
previous paragraph. The plea did not entirely fail to register with all of the carnival gawkers. There was one creature
who felt a connection and shared a moment of understanding with
Naddy. This same creature was now feeling very strong emotions
stirring up inside him as the first attempt went down. While it is
true that he was hooting and hollering with the rest of the crowd,
he couldn’t help but feel a gut wrenching volcano of bubbling
anger, longing, jealousy and resentment churning around in his
stomach. He tried to dismiss it at first, but he could not deny the
fierce reality of the feelings. He surely, undeniably wished more
than anything that he could tear off his clothing, go into the cage
and challenge the lowly Greeg. He found the disgusting female
inexplicably attractive beyond his wildest fantasies. All he wished
to do was to rub feces and dirt and bodily fluids all over himself
and engage in acts of psychotic and nonsensical physical violence
towards the other male. Somehow he knew this would ensure he would
get to be the one making the first attempt right now. He didn’t
know why or how he knew this was important, but he did.
    “Savages,
hey?” A familiar voice came from beside him, more prodding him than
genuinely asking the question.
    “Yes, yes,
savages.”
    “Everything
about them is savage, primitive and borderline retarded… except
when they do this. Look at that, look at how they do it. More
elegant and caring than a barrel full of Vibrulant Oolorians.”
    “Still doesn’t
make them any less savage or dumb