"There, there, Martok".
The Siress says, as she pats the docile bizarre creature.
"You'll get used to your new form in time"...
It looks up at her with a blank yet looking as though it is concentrating on something in its mind rather intensely.
"Oh I know that look in your eye, Martok".
She let's out a sigh.
"We're going to have to house train you, aren't we..."
(Now how did this thread go so pear shaped?)
