Neo Shizame and Fatalia were appointed part time diplomat due to lack of being ascending to eldritch status, forcing current elder gods to adopt more than one job. They were sent to an alien planet seeking alliance with such high beings, the catch? The alien race only speaks with smell, He was given prepaid smell flask for the task ahead, and a smellctionary 101.





''Neo'' Alright so.... hum hi sir


''Fatalia'' You need to spray some smell, i think hi is, lemme check...... peppermint



''Neo'' alright, peppermint it is...... Oh ok he replied a smell back, it's peppermint as well. Ok so let's start the negociation, so its..... Parmesan.



''Fatalia'' Wait no, parmesan is a mom joke, it's bacon that starts negotiation. Well what did he secret now?


''Neo'' Can't you smell out of your sphere projection? Well it smells like burnt hair.



''Fatalia'' burnt hair...... oh... Hum yeah he's angry. Use Rose smell , it means im sorry lets start over.



''Neo'' alright rose ..... smells like freshly baked bread. That must be good.... hmm oh it means he wants compensation for the rude excuse and he'll accept our apology. Um..... Alright then, pepperoni.



''Fatalia'' Pepperoni? lemme look, hah good you told him no reward for a mere insult. So what did he reply?


''Neo'' Smells like wet dog, i can't find it!



''Fatalia'' Wet dog..... oh... Yeah he just called you a space n.... yeah let's not use that term.



''Neo'' Oh yeah fuck face!? You want to insult me huh!?






Neo began emptying every bottle on the floor as a reply, both of them were laughing at the alien that shook with what would be assumed anger. The laughter stopped when the creature exploded, both stared in silence shocked. Neo quickly jumped in the portal sphere of Fatalia, escaping the crime scene they have committed.

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