After a bit of trundling along, you find a break in the ice. Diving down below, you have a much easier time moving about, and before long, find another of these strange walrus-like creatures, who you're at least fairly certain is male. Giving him a suggestive wink and putting a bit of a shake in your hips as you surface, it's easy enough to have him follow you up, and surprisingly easy to convince him to leave his home world. More or less instantly, as you have become accustomed, you're back onboard the ship, but the latest male doesn't seem to have come with you, and you once again have legs. Realizing with some surprise that you are back in the three-eyed form from the last world, you ask what went wrong.
"Wrong?" Grendy asks. "Nothing, I just thought it would be a rough deal having icecream like one of those so I kept this in the buffer. Why, you didn't want to stay one of these did you?" she asks, while beaming up the nearly spherical male. You don't, of course, and so she leads everyone back to the ship's galley.
Grendy then serves everyone a big bowl of icecream. It's honestly somewhat surreal in its normalcy, but you can't really complain. You actually feel a bit light-headed, but then, this is the body that was just getting drunk and making out with that collective of guys across from you not long ago... you catch yourself before giving in to the subconcious urge to play footsie with them under the table. Afterwards, Grendy leads everyone back to the teleporter. Everyone, that is, except you. "Don't need you for this one, I'm just going to present the guys to the queen... actually hey, could you all just not mention what'shername here? I don't really want the teleporter trick getting out there in the open just yet. Might be a promotion in it for me if nobody knows how we made such good time... and honestly I don't want the queen working out that she could just throw a bunch of us drones into a teleporter and turn us into clones of whatever males she can dig up. That sort of gender identity crisis would just drive me insane."
Before you have a chance to say anything, they're all gone. You would take the time to reflect on your situation, but you still have a bit of a buzz, and some of the icecream dripped onto your top, so instead you just wander off to clean up.
Grendy returns looking to be in exceptionally good spirits. She runs up and gives you a hug as she steps out of the teleporter. "Oh yeah! 60 mil for getting back so quick! Couldn't have done it without you! She was a bit disappointed I was two species short, but what are you gonna do?"
"Yeah, about that..." you say in return. "What was the problem with the big green guy, exactly?"
'Oh!" she replies, while making her way to the control panel. "Yeah, I had an out of date file there. See, last time someone swung by that planet, they were about as well off as anyone else, but blah blah blah, they had this big ol' war, bombed themselves back to the stone age, and just sorta went all feral. Then you know, evolution did its thing, and for some crazy backwards reason they ended up with females that just lounge around all day being waited on hand and foot by these super strong super virile males that never get exhausted and just go killing monsters and making hot sweaty love to them all day. And I mean, OK, I GUESS you can run a society like that if all your females are fertile, but ours aren't, and ain't nobody making me redundant. Anyway, thanks for reminding me, I did promise and all."
Before you have a chance to react, the ship lurches into motion once more, you're awkwardly shoved into the teleporter, and Grendy's at the controls, presumably intent on once more turning you into a green-skinned bombshell and sending you to that jungle paradise.