The ARACHNID race is a repulsive lot. These interlopers come from outside our galaxy to rape our pets, steal our bananas, and pet our wives! Resembling giant six legged monsters every race that has encountered them has immediately screamed and jumped up on a chair, before dignifying their presence in welcome. Hideous or not, through their frustration they have decided to fulfill their stereotype and act as others see them. Recommend they BE served appetizers, rather than them serve YOU as appetizers. 1"W x 1"L x 1/4"H

The NERNIES are junk collectors. Unfortunately they believe everything they see is junk. They will salvage anything stationary or moving, no matter what. They have been known to suck the atmosphere out of ships while in dry-dock, docked at station, and even in deep space. Since it is the custom of their race to leave their young upon the doorstep of other races, to nurture and raise before kidnapping them and brainwashing their dirty little minds after their adolescent years. These bastards haven't a clue what galactic self-enlightenment is, and how they are disrupting the harmony of it. Chaos is their middle name! 1"W x 1-1/4"L x 5/16"H

The FUNGIRI are known as a fun loving race of ruthless traders. Their humor is as cutthroat as their savvy with a deal. When dealing with them one must remember two things; 1) Laugh at their jokes and 2) If it seemed like a deal too good to be true, then it probably was. Their motto is "CAVEAT EMPTOR" obviously. Both sexes of this race are deadly, and they never wear cloths so as to lull their prey into a false sense of security, however it is considered impolite to stare. 13/16"W x 1"L x 3/16"H

The ROMS are a confused and confusing race, who firmly believe that everything they see is theirs, including you. Not much is known about them, since no ambassador has ever returned from their home world. What we do know is that they are definitely MARXists, as in the MARX brothers. During a critical point of a social upheaval on their planet, a communications satellite intercepted a broadcast of "DUCK SOUP". The ROMS embraced it as a sign, and the rest is history. Negotiating with a race of Groucho Marxs' is more than a little disconcerting, but be thankful that it wasn't Pee-Wee Herman. 3/4"W x 1-3/16"L x 5/16"H

The infernal SING-ONS are a war-like race entirely devoid of humor, which is a shame since most races tend to laugh at them. These opposites to the Fungiri are best known for their annoying war chant about some ancient Earth tinned meat (Scientifically Produced Animal Matter), as they slog through their enemies entrails. These aggressive warriors are not to be intimidated or dated, since their home world's gravity is double that of earth. Now if only they could only take a joke... 13/16"W x 1-3/16"L x 1/4"H

The F.E.D.s (Financially Enlightened Dominators) are probably the most human of the races. Made up of a loose federation of bipeds, from various worlds, with a single goal and philosophy... You owe us! The one thing that ties them together is the greed of bleeding everyone else dry of every tax dollar whether it be real or imagined. If they find your race too poor to tax, then prepare to be assimilated into their federation. At least the Fungiri give you more than a receipt for your credits. 5/8"W x 1-1/4"L x 5/16"H