Alright, I'll be the hero. But only if the robot agrees to put on some underwear.
Zelde sees no reason to cover up in the harsh vacuum of space.
Oil-seal is too slippery for even semi-transparent beings to ride.
I can't look at this cover without imagining him going, "Wheeeeeeeee!"
I always thought having a dog on mars would be...more fun.
Of all the WTF going on in this cover, the thing that concerns me the most: Where the hell is her other leg?
Given the content of this book, this weirdly proportioned naked dude is probably the least WTF thing about it.