Gorlicans, it turned out, were slippery little bastards.
Really, Shiro reasoned, he shouldn't be surprised by this. The small, lizard-like species was especially common in the systems on the furthest edges of Galra territory where the Empire's grasp was the shakiest. Gorlicans sold their services to the highes(more)t bidder, and often double and triple-crossed their employers to the tune of whomever could pay them the most.
All that being said, this Gorlican in particular neatly ran through the small gap between Shiro and Keith and almost disappeared into the maze of street vendor stalls. It was only thwarted by the fact that it didn't expect Hunk to be as quick as he was.
Hunk caught the diminutive alien with one hand and hoisted it, and it screamed and screeched in a native tongue that had more in common with the background fauna of a jungle cruise than the common tongue that mercenaries and traders spoke. It curled up, clutching its tail between vestigial arms, and glared darkly as it spun slowly in Hunk's grip.
"Trying to run when we walk through the door isn't the smartest plan," Lance said, and jabbed the small alien with his finger. It hissed at him and snapped, but Lance was at least quick enough not to lose a finger. "Space cops make another arrest!"
"It's not an arrest," Shiro said mildly. "We just have some questions," he added, directing the second part of his statement toward the Gorlican. They weren't /actually/ 'space cops', no matter what Lance said to the contrary.
"What sssort of quessstionsss?" the Gorlican responded finally, in something approximating a language they could understand. "I will cooooperate, for the right priccce."
"How about: 'not turning you into a hat,'" Keith growled.
The Gorlican thought about this for a moment. "Fair enough."(less)
Adam’s momma was still shopping at the getting place, as he sat on it's steps he smelled apple pie cooling in the pig farmer’s window one house down. The boy couldn’t help himself and before he knew it, his ten year old feet was moving to steal it. While the farmer’s(more) yard hens clucked and nagged, Adam trotted away delighted with his plunder when a blast from the farmer’s shotgun spread his bread pan all over the yard and by the time the pig farmer’s wife got to Adam, the chickens & hogs was already eating his brains off the ground. We couldn’t do nothing but stand there and watch, it was on private property and that was that. You don’t steal round these parts, not from them!!!!(less)