Aliens Ixtlan and Yltec stood beneath the micro-brewery’s broken pipe, fish-like mouths agape to catch the torrent of fluid. Up until now, the highly touted human beer hadn’t impressed, but this was different.
“Amazing!” said Ixtlan. “I’ve never tasted anything like it.”
“Their best beer to date,” cheered Ytlec.
“And they’re just giving it away for free!”
“This is the best welcoming present humans have ever given us.”
Meanwhile, one floor above, Bill examined their work carefully. “I think we’ve almost got it now.”
“About perfect,” said Bob.
Bill nodded. “Yep. Another flush and this toilet clog will be gone.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2021/04/14/15-april-2021/