Interstellar Termite Law

After a long day of work, a termite walks into a saloon and asks the person behind the counter, "Is the bar tender here?"

“I beg your pardon, sir?” said the young female behind the counter, “This is a fully compliant, law-abiding establishment. Our bar is classic, eco-friendly, graphazine-clad, gel-filled, neo-wood-look, Fensterene. Not a real wood splinter in it.” She tapped one long, red fingernail on the bar, which resonated with a muted clunk. “See? It even sounds right.”

The small patch on the termite's shoulder emitted a high-pitched shrill.

“Right!” said the termite, “and that's why my electronics resonancer just went off.” He pressed a button on the patch and a small army of termites scurried through the door. “We got another one, boys,” he said. As they swarmed around the bar and lifted it ½ inch off the floor, they could have been ball bearings rolling it out the door.

The first termite, following them, stopped at the door and turned. “You immigrants from Earth just don't get it, do you? No wood is exempt, not even your imported 'antiques'. You can't just coat them with graphazine and install an echo chip, anymore. One of these days, you people are going to get it. WOOD IS FOOD, NOT FURNITURE! See you in court.”

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OK, so do we know there isn't a planet where termites are the dominant species?

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