>>4255196The pilot ran his finger down the port again, eliciting a shudder and an unintelligible mutter from the A-10. The synthmetal valve was closed fairly tightly, so he had to exert no little effort in forcing it open.
“AMGFSGHDBNNGFH,” the A-10 stated, gripping the pilot's legs.
The pilot was always teased about how effeminate his hands were. Long fingers-apparently they were 'piano player's fingers', but he had always put them to use painting or typing. He was also apparently tone-deaf, which hindered his musical career somewhat.
The pilot slipped a finger into the A-10's ejection port, exploring what was past the valve, ignoring the A-10's shuddering, shaky protests and the fluid dripping on to his chest.
He was interrupted by the A-10 grasping his joystick and placing it between very sharp, pointed teeth.
“IH HU DN'G 'OP, E'LL BI' I' OFF,” the muffled A-10 shakily wailed.
The pilot considered it for a couple of seconds, before inserting a second finger past the valve, pulling back slightly on the inside.
“NUOH BROWNING,” the A-10 wailed, jerking away and burying its head in the bed, shuddering. “A-ARE YOU MAD? NNGAAHNN.”
“Oh, you were bluffing. I...don't have a hard drive but I know what your life was like, too.”
The A-10 hadn't thought of that. It would have been somewhat worried, but it was too busy trying to avoid whiting out from the massive stimulation its ejection port's nerves were experiencing.