Chris Fong
speaker
755 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 29 Jul
Chris Fong’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Two of them unrolled suddenly, whipping out into lean, fuzzy ropes about five feet long.
They went around the Martian breed.
The third one came straight at me.
Melak made a noise that wasn't human and went down.
The puffballs tightened around him, pulsing a little with the pleasure of digestion.
Gao was on the other side of Melak, too far away and unarmed.
i jumped and the mud tripped me shannon fell the other way the puffball strung out now like a fuzzy snake paused a moment not three inches from my face i lay still on my belly choking on my heart shannon moved and it whipped down across his legs he screamed i could feel the poison from the thing eating into him
i got to my knees and he cursed me and raised something out of the mud it was mellak's blaster he fired between his feet the puffball shriveled to a little stinking wire and dropped away bucky said evenly that pays me off
now it's all your party jig he fainted his legs were already swelling gow bent over him he's gotta have the croaker quick you take him to the ship gow if you can get there me i'm the zoo man i oughta do i look like superman to carry that big lug i didn't know why it was so hard to talk
get him there then round up everybody left at the ship get guns and ropes and torches and come back quick he nodded and got buggy across his shoulders i gave him the blaster then i turned back i knew where most of the circus gang would be spread out among the bars it was a lot darker because now all the doors were closed except two or three where the people hadn't lived to close them
it was quieter too because there's a limit to the noise a human throat can make there was just the hot rain and the soft jungle undertone of things padding and slithering in the mud hunting up the street somewhere the kansan screamed and another shack split open instantly the brute clamber went up from the dark alleys answering
animal legions from five different planets led by a tiny creature in a cloak of green fire and man was the common enemy a pair of martian sand-tigers shot out into the street ahead of me
They were frolicking like kittens, playing with something dark and tattered.
Then they saw me and dropped it and came sliding on their bellies, their six powerful legs sucking in the mud.
There was no place to go.
I don't remember being particularly scared, but that wasn't because I was brave.
it was sheer exhaustion a guy can only take so much now i was just walking around seeing and hearing but not feeling anything inside like a guy that's coked to the ears or punchy from a beating
i picked up a double handful of mud and slung it in their snarling pusses and threw my head back and yelled hey a door at my left opened three inches daggering the rain with yellow light a voice said for gawd's sake get in here i picked up another handful of mud the martian cats were pawing the last load out of their eyes
I gave them more to play with.
I guess they weren't very hungry just then.
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