It had nothing to do with the fact that he was trapped, like his fellows in the body of a hideous alien – one of the wrong gender to boot! It wasn't that his recent exposure to the humans had revealed that some members of a sub-Vinggan species – irrational and emotionally unstable as they were – could actually be quite likeable. It wasn't even that all his Space Corps comrades were dead and he had no-one to talk to except the members of Braxx's extreme religious sect. Well, actually, now he thought about it, it was probably all those things. But most of all it was the discovery that his whole life had been a lie that was really bothering him. Until they had crashed on that horrible Earth planet, Drukk had been a happy, fulfilled and proud member of the ship's crew. He believed in the Corps, he believed in the Destiny of Vingg and, without too much prodding with shock-sticks, he believed in the benevolence of the Great Spirit. But now that had all come unravelled. These long, quiet days in space had given him plenty of time to think – time which, in the past, he had always been happy to use for playing slime-racing with the guys or gossiping about stuff.
