“Hi. Is your food preservation device operative? Better go stop it.” Zorknord pulled both tentacles back into his tiffle, and let the input integrator fall to the console.
“Dude, your sperm-contributing lifestyle indoctrinator is going to be pissed.” Garlaw’s lesser dome pulsed with awe.
“Loose Change and Nothing to Say”
About the story: Will humans get alien jokes?
Inspired by a Gillan/Glover song.