Light undulated inside his suit, colours of amusement sliding down his body.

“Perhaps this old drifter has grown jaded and senile in his old a–ah, I see.” He was regarding the Tindrel with colours of mild displeasure. 

“Wait for it…” Ruk, both wings slightly raised towards Pclendafuun in anticipation.
His diminutive exoskeleton rocked with a series of powerful coughs. Small trails of slime dribbled from four vents on his undercarriage and his maw opened back up. A long and dextrous tongue-trunk. It was purple-pink with the texture of volcanic rock, sporting three prehensile folds at the end. From one of the two holes at the end, a thick red sludge poured back into the baggie.

“Well…what do you think?” Ruk asked.

“T-t-the media is of a high quality.” Pclendafuun wittered.

“Excellent! I like this one already!” The Tekeri cawed.

“I have just added some of my own minerals t-t-to the mix. It s-s-should improve waterborne performance.”

“Attention contestants!” A voice called over an crackly tannoy system.

“The first round will begin shortly. Please find your match and head to the associated patch. Thank you.”