JORG WAS NOT A HAPPY STUBIAN!
True, he had physical beauty. Tall for a Stubian, JorG stood almost four feet high, and every morning when he looked in the mirror he saw nothing but pale green perfection staring back at him. He had learned this morning ritual from billljo white, and it made him feel good to know he was such a macho stud. Billljo said that also.
True, he had acquired more material wealth than the average intergalactic entrepreneur and he had even had a brief moment in the spotlight, gaining some amount of fame after single handedly bringing his broken down space craft back from Gurm 12.
Also true he was quite the dashing Stubian, the envy of one and all, a real rockstar, and he knew he had not reached his peak just yet. How did he know? Billljo had told him so.
However, even with his upwardly mobile and highly desirable lifestyle, there was a great gaping empty hole somewhere deep inside his little green belly. It was a hole he couldn't fill, no matter how hard he tried, or how much success and fame he may have.
He knew there was no logical Stubian reason for him to feel so empty, but he also knew that what he was feeling was beyond all Stubian logic. Even though he'd visited some of the best healers in the universe, he knew there was only one person who could tell him what to do to ease the feelings that tore at him day and night and night and day.
That one person was none other that JorG himself.
However, JorG didn't want to admit the truth. It was just too strange.
The truth was that nothing on Stubia could satisfy the urges JorG had been feeling.

JorG longed for the cool, refreshing taste of some real Gurmling beer, and he wanted his lips to burn from the spiciness of one of the round cheese pie things that Cindy had made for him when he was on Gurm 12. Sadly, there were no Stubian substitutes for either.