The Orville Official

“It will taste of photons and lies,” Bortus said grimly.

They jury-rigged the Sagan ’s comm array into a disperser. Bortus, with a single, sorrowful tear rolling down his stony cheek, uncapped the bottle and poured its foul, viscous contents into the emitter. The smell alone made Alara gag. The Orville

Dr. Fen pointed a trembling finger at Isaac. “ Thank you! It rejected the Sagan because our hull was coated in cheap, mass-produced duranium alloy. It’s like a wine connoisseur spitting out a mouthful of soda pop. But now you’ve brought the Orville —with its unique blend of military-grade armor, recycled shuttle fuel residue, and whatever that smell is from the mess hall—you’ve given it an amuse-bouche !” “It will taste of photons and lies,” Bortus said grimly