“Aliens do not understand papercuts.”
The death world menace flinched, howling in agony. “Idonotfirkinbelievethis!” It dropped the weapon it was holding. “Agodsdamnedpapercut. Afterallthis, agodsdamnedpapercut…”
The huddling assembly of survivors blinked in confusion. This creature had survived toxic gas, lacerations, contusions, concussion, shock, awe, and extremes of temperatures… and now it was halted by a relatively minor injury to its apparently thick hide.
It wasn’t even bleeding, there.
Yet the creature stopped. Retreated, cannibalising its wounded finger and murmuring in agony.
The word went out across the Galactic Alliance: Humans can be stopped by apparently small injuries to their hide. Tag knowledge: papercut.
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