In Repsonse to “No Theme Thursday” (But, on MOnday..lol)
“Meeting the Marvelous Moon Men”
So there I was, standing in front of my spaceship, staring straight at the strange sight of two very vivid, vibrant, vastly different, but equally weird-looking aliens.
“Well, well, well,” I whispered. “What a wonderfully wild Wednesday.”
“Why are you whispering?” the first one asked, his head literally glowing like a galaxy’s greatest gumball. “We’re friendly. Friendly fellows, fear not!” His voice was soft, but seriously smooth, like syrup on silk sheets.
“Oh, I’m not scared,” I said, shrugging. “Just slightly… shocked? You’re shiny. Super, super shiny.”
“Shiny?” The second alien smirked, his swirling face shimmering with starlight. “Surely, silly human, you’ve seen shinier sights? Stars, satellites, sparkly seafoam?”
“Not this close! Sorry! I wasn’t expecting, well… you to be so… celestial and cosmic! Seriously, your skin looks like it’s snorting stardust.”
“Snorting stardust?” they both chortled in unison. “Silly, smartmouthed, snarky human. We do no such thing!”
“Right, right,” I stammered, suddenly sheepish. “So, what’s your names?”
“I’m Blorx from Betelgeuse,” the glow-y one said, bowing dramatically. “And this is my cosmic colleague, Flib from Fomalhaut.”
“Blorx and Flib?” I repeated, trying to suppress a giggle. “Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. So, what brings you… here?”
“We’re seeking some suitable, sophisticated species for… space stuff,” Flib said with a serious stare. “Scientific symposia, stardust studies, maybe even snacks?”
“Snacks?” I raised an eyebrow. “Space snacks, I suppose?”
“Snacks of all sorts!” Blorx beamed. “Beets, blueberries, bagels… Anything but bananas.”
“Bananas baffle us,” Flib added, shaking his head slowly. “So slippery. So… suspicious.”
“Bananas?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “You guys crossed the cosmos to complain about bananas?”
“Well, no,” Blorx said, a bit embarrassed. “But, believe it or not, bananas are quite the bother. And we’re here for big business, actually. Diplomacy, discourse, maybe dinner?”
“Dinner with intergalactic dignitaries?” I mused, tapping my chin. “Sounds suspiciously sophisticated. So, what’s on the menu?”
“We’re thinking fried fungi,” Flib offered, “perhaps paired with planetary pizza?”
“Perfect,” I nodded. “Pizza’s practically a universal peace treaty.”
Blorx and Flib shared a satisfied glance. “Precisely, human. Prepare the pepperoni.”
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