Alien Animal Control
"Snakes with lasers?" Park whined. They were both in their underpants.
"Yup," Adrian said, opening the crate with their gear.
Park reached inside and lifted his smartsuit from it, then held it up. It didn't seem to fit his size. "This is too large for me."
Adrian slapped his head. "You moron. They're adaptive. Look." He picked up his own and slid his legs in, then his arms. The seam in his back closed up on its own and with a fart, the suit tightened on him.
"Oh, right." Park wore his own suit, and it did the same, but it seemed his farted louder.
"Hello, Park," the suit said in his ears.
"It speaks!" Park squealed, stepping back.
"Of course it does, you moron..." Adrian said, tapping on his left wrist. "They're intelligent, 0.7 points."
"Oh. Hi, suit. How do
