In which the writer addresses his own mistake.

He was called by many names: Feathers, Nuggets, Featherfool, Nuggetbrain, Chicken Legs, etc. But, none were his real name.

His buddies had the same issue. One could be Noodle, or Noodles, or Noodly, or Sweatsoaked Sock. But, of course, they weren’t his real name.

The other was Kibbles…Just Kibbles. (Huh. I guess he didn’t have the same issue.)(No, wait. That still isn’t his real name.)

They had all been assigned the codename “Potato” in an attempt to disguise their true nature within messages. But, given the Galactic Senate had already found out the (half) truth of Project Cameron, that codename had become an artefact by now.

“Say…” Said Feathery Nuggets, the (ex-human now handsome chicken raptor) emerald green Karnakian, caressing their toy ball in thought. “Do you guys remember your human names?”

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There was a pause for thought.

“No.” Said Noodly Noodright, the ruby-red (ex-human now hot model cobra) Jornissian. “You?”

“Nope.”

They both turned at their third buddy, Kibbles, the silver-blue (ex-human on-the-path-to-good-boy space wolf) Dorarizin. “What about you?”

Kibbles shrugged. “(Some call me…)” Ninjutsued he in sign language. “(Tim)”

There was another pause.

“Oh, fuck off!” Said Nuggety Feather, throwing the ball at Kibbles with a grin.

Kibbles easily dodged the ball, then stood up, arms open wide in the universal pose of “come at me, bro”.

“Ishthatashallenge?” Said Noodlemort, picking up the ball after it bounced back in his direction.

“(Aye! Bring it!)”

“You are going down!” Said Chickin’ Good.

And so, dodgeball begun with a flurry of supersonic throws, much to the amusement of the current researchers observing their break time.