Gurf

They were very kind to the little planet, whrrbing about all of the water and how it didn't smell like sulphur like some of the other gurfs. "Gurfs?" the general asked intrigued, and Bloogorak could've kicked itself a triggle times with its cheev. Goolgorak rolled its frems in exasperation and shook its cranial likeness. "Special place," Bloogorak whrrbed next, attempting intergalactic political salvage, but the translator flashed red. "GURF," it broadcast, "meaning PENAL COLONY or ASYLUM FOR THE INSANE." "What?" the general attempted to clarify. "WHAT?" the Goraksib answered him, realizing that the only hope of saving the moment was to deflect and try not to look like you were about to goom.