It had been a once in a lifetime chance. He spotted the craft and knew—even with a million things to do—it would be worth the chance.
He waited several hours, not willing to risk a minute for a piss.
The gangly creatures walked on fours, and had mottled blue skin. Their language consisted of chirps and clicks with the occasional hum that covered several octaves simultaneously.
When they were nearly ready to leave, he sneaked aboard.
Grjerlik found the dead thing. Its immune system hadn’t quite survived the common bacteria. It was a shame. They were so cute.