Many hours later, Garrus let out a yawn, standing off the bed and stretching as he heard a large amount of angry muttering from his distended stomach. He sighed, patting it slightly as he listened intently to Shepard's words.
"What the HELL, Garrus!? I trusted you, I...I..." She trailed off. "How could you do this to me?"
Garrus immediately blushed with shame and slightly hang his head. "I'm sorry, Shepard, I...I couldn't control myself." He admitted. "Listen, my species can only eat and digest certain foods and materials. Your body isn't one of them if I'm careful about this. As for how to get you OUT, well..." He rubbed his chin. "You've got two choices, really..."
"Lemme guess. Your mouth or your behind."
The Turian sighed, "Yes. Whichever you're more comfortable with. The first is less...disgusting but more painful, though. Still..."
"Can you keep your...hunger problem under control?" Shepard demanded.
"I just need to store the occasional female in me once in a while as part of my species's instincts, though I can substitute it for males. It doesn't have to be..unpleasant. So how do you wish to leave?"
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