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ThunderStar by Tony Chandler I have created a monster. The crimson glistened in dripping gobs on the walls. And then, in crimson clarity, there was the distinct imprint of its huge hand etched in gory detail. Down the center of the darkened hall a trail of half-gnawed food and other ominously scattered debris showed its path. And there were the screams coming from the room beyond. I closed my eyes as I prepared to face it. The Earthophile. The screams grew louder as I approached the half-opened door, and hesitated. But there was no getting around this grim confrontation. It was time I set the record straight, and saved the dignity of all humanity. Dtang! I cringed as my eyes took in the sight. Spread in all directions around his ebony form was such a profusion of broken potato chips, popcorn, pretzels and other remnants from his all-night session... well, the crumbs alone could have fed a small third-world colony. The Hollith sat with his two legs splayed across my best chair. One hand held a can of beer, a second was cupping a pile of spaghetti dripping with sauce, a third had fingers covered with brown and poised over a gallon jar of choicest peanut butter, and in his fourth hand my holographic video remote. I knew three things right away. One, Dtang was going to have to learn to eat with a fork and spoon. Two, I was going to have to buy my own jar of peanut butter... and hide it. Three...there was going to be war. And then there was his HoloVid obsession! What are you watching now?!? Your tiny Hollith brain must have turned to mush hours ago watching all those ancient holo-reruns!! Dtangs red eyes glared at me. Dtang like Earth shows. Learn about life. I shook my head. And what, pray tell, can a Hollith learn about life from reruns? Dtang now know what pursuit of entire human race is. Dtang knows what is highest goal of humans. Dtang see it in human art, read it in words of poetry, sense it in religious experiences, understand it