Spoo is. What else can one say about spoo?
(Spoo is also Oops spelled backward.)
Spoo is/are (
the plural of spoo is spoo) small, white, pasty, mealy
critters, rather worm-like, and generally regarded as the
ugliest animals in the known
galaxy by just about every
sentient species capable of
starflight,
with the possible exception of the
pak'ma'ra, who would simply recommend a more
rigorous program of
exercise. They are also generally considered the most
delicious food in all of
known space, regardless of the
individual's
biology, almost regardless of
species, except for the
pak'ma'ra, who like the flavor but generally
won't say so simply to be contrary.
Spoo are raised on ranches on worlds with a damp, moist, somewhat chilly climate so that their skin can acquire
just the right shade of paleness. Spoo travel in herds, if moving a total of six inches in any given direction in the
course of a given year can actually be considered moving. They stay in herds ostensibly for mutual protection,
but the reality is that if they weren't propped up against one another, most of them would simply fall down. They
do not howl, bark, moo, purr, yap, squeak or speak. Mainly, they sigh. Herds of sighing spoo can reportedly
induce unparalleled bouts of depression, which is why most spoo ranchers wear earmuffs even when it's only
mildly cold, damp, wet and dreary outside. If there is any life-or-death struggle for dominance within the spoo
herd, it has not yet been detected by modern science.
Spoo ranching is one of the least regarded professions known. Little or no skill is required, once you've got a
planet with the right climate. You bring in two hundred spoo, plop them down in the middle of your ranch, and
go back to the nearby house. Soon you've got more. When it comes time to cull out the ones ready for market
(the softest, mealiest, palest, most forlorn-looking spoo of the pack), little physical effort is required since
they're incapable of rapid movement without falling over (see above). They do not resist, fight, or whine; they
only sigh more loudly. When spoo harvest time comes, the air is full of the sound of whacking and sighing,
whacking and sighing. Even an experienced spoo rancher can only harvest for brief periods of a time, due to the
increased volume of sighing, which even the sound of whacking cannot altogether erase. (also see above) Some
have simply gone mad.
Spoo are the only creatures of which the Interstellar Animal Rights Protection League says, simply, "Kill 'em."
Fresh spoo (served at an optimum temperature of 62-degrees) is served in cubed sections, so that they bear as
little resemblence as possible to the animal from which they have just been sliced. Spoo is usually served
alongside a Chablis, or a white zinfandel.
Further information on the care, feeding, eating and whacking of spoo can be found in the second edition of the
Interstellar Guide to Fine Dining.
Re: your desire to make and eat spoo at home...depends on whether or not you ever want to have children
later....
What does spoo taste like?
Meat Jello.
Served chilled.
Source:J. Michael Straczynski