Sitting in their BnB room, two aliens plotted the end of the world.
Rijnyt gobbled down his asparagus and brie crepe and said, “This Earth food is so incredible. I will miss it!”
Caynajt tapped at his computer. “I know. When I press this key, there will be no more lobster linguine in the universe.”
“So sad, when we’ve got room service.”
“I know, but we’ve got to do this now, or the planetary alignment won’t be right for 128 years.”
“We could defect, but we’d never see home…and the Secret Police.”
Caynajt nodded. “You’re right. Let’s order the crab ceviche.”
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2022/04/06/8-april-2022/
EagleAye
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Food and room service just might save us, but I am convinced that the aliens aren’t going to destroy us soon because of cat videos…
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Dear Eric,
One must set priorities. 😉 I’d say we won the aliens over with delicacies. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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:):) The way to the heart is always through the stomach, for everyone, everywhere.
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Good food and not seeing the secret police, what better incentive to stay could there be?
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Yay! We have something going for us. Food. 🙂 Well done.
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Defeated by excellent cuisine 🙂
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I really hope when the aliens do come (if they haven’t already) that it’s these two. Our future should be secure. And wait till they try my pumpkin soup!
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Sounds perfect to me. They made the right choice. Good story!
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Smart aliens. Seems it’s not only humans who have a connection between stomach and heart 😄
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