Am I the bazonkle?
Yesterday, I was taking the Zoop line back to my shelter pod after returning from a short half system-cycle trip to the flubble swamp. Now if you don't know anything about the flubble swamp, it's the peak of relaxation. There is no greater feeling in the multiverse than letting its ion mud wash over your antenna follicles. A timeless classic, really, yet for some reason it has been falling out of fashion with other species. Maybe it's because of the pheromones it releases? Who knows.
So here I am, riding the Zoop, and all of a sudden I notice some Blubzik youth staring at me with a disgusted look on their emotional receptors. Eventually, one of them spoke up, saying, "coming from the stink bath, old quagger?" as the rest of the group snickered. Mind you, I am still very much full of youth per my species' standards, but what really tested my anger limiters was their use of the word 'quagger'. I wasn't going to take that from these little florps.
Against my better judgement, as we approached the station, I took out my self-defense zapper from my portal sack and pointed it at the one who insulted me. I know, I really shouldn't have, but I had just come back from a relaxing retreat and wasn't feeling particularly confrontational. The group instantly scampered off the Zoop, so I thought that was the end of that.
Just a few system-hours later, I received a visit from a particularly sour Intergalactic Peace Enforcement officer, who issued me a citation for brandishing a harmful device in a public space. Now I've got an outstanding balance of 2,000 standard credits with the authorities, all because some newspawn couldn't keep their speaking folds shut. So, Glebbit, Am I The Bazonkle?