GuNNhead

In the morning, he walks back to the large tree without my lenses.
“Finally,” he says to himself. “I can eat those fruits.” He believes my stomach grumbles in anticipation.
He takes another arrow, sets it in his bow, takes careful aim, and launches it at a hanging fruit. After a few attempts, an arrow hits a fruit with a ‘thuck’ sound and it falls in his awaiting hands. The large, yellow gourd-like fruit looks ripe, succulent, and just so delicious. The juice is dripping out of it tantalizingly, and he cannot wait to take his first bite. He knows he will savor the flavor, and chew it for a long time before swallowing. He slowly brings the fruit to his mouth, and prepares for the first bite.

“Woah, hey, you’re not gunna eat it that just like that are you?” says an armored man from yards away.
“What?” he replies, surprised to hear a voice, only understanding what was said a second later. “I was certainly considering it.”
“If I were you, I wouldn’t. I mean, I don’t recommend that at all.”
“Why? Is it poisonous? I don’t think I have to worry about that sort of thing…”
“It’s not poisonous, per se, but I’d recommend taking the peel off first.”
“Oh, okay…” He impatiently removes the thin peel. I quickly see that it’s not a fruit at all. There’s a two-foot long scorpion-like creature inside, surrounded by a thick, juicy, viscous, yellow fluid. It’s limp, and bleeding the same color fluid that it is surrounded by, the arrow still pierced through its center, and doesn’t seem alive; he drops it in disgust.

“Hah, I don’t know how you got here, old sport, but there’s plenty of time for that later.” He pauses. “Don’t worry too much though, while the poison inside that little bugger could kill you, you’d not be able to eat enough of it before you succumb to paralysis, it’s intended for much larger creatures to eat whole, where their stomach acids bring it to life, and it eats them from the inside out.” He pauses the think once more, and continues “But, eating aside, if I am correct to assume that that’s your doing,” He points at the large cave, with smoke billowing out of it. “I know what’s in that cave, what’d you use to do that? Some sort of energy launcher, missiles?”
“Uhh, this,” I say, lifting up the crude bow and arrow set. “…and some fire.”
The fully armored man stares in disbelief, a large gun at his side, another, larger weapon strapped to his back.
“Well, good job then, because seeing that smoke got me interested enough to come see what caused it for myself! Either way, you’re lucky to be alive, I have a shuttle just over yonder; we were about to leave this wretched planet, before I saw the smoke of course. Do you want to go to the Orbiter?”
“If the only other choice is staying here, I’m definitely in.”
“Let us go then.”

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