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a pancake.
“ Spaceship ?” he squealed, eyes fixed at this clearly mad man in front of him. “Pinwright… what is this man talking about?”
Charlie considered lying. He considered fibbing. He considered saving Geoffrey George from the pain and suffering that he had already received on this night. “Actually he’s not a man,” he said, “he’s an alien.”
“Alien is such a broad word,” muttered Greebol, “as a matter of fact I am a Gumthar. We are a very respected species in our galaxy.”
“You’re a nut that’s what you are,” Geoffrey stammered.
Greebol checked his Oxford English Dictionary for the word nut.
-noun
a dry fruit consisting of an edible kernel or meat enclosed in a woody or leathery shell.
a block, usually of metal generally square or hexagonal, perforated with a threaded hole so that it can be screwed down on a bolt to hold together objects through which the bolt passes.
The masked alien was puzzled. He didn’t understand these Humans. Very strange people. They had strange faces, wore strange clothes and said strange things. This particular language that he was speaking was incredibly strange, but even stranger was how easy he had managed to learn it. It wasn’t that Greebol was an unintelligent Gumthar, in fact he was quite clever for his species, it was just that he was hopeless at languages. He had vigorously studied the respected language of Joolpin at school. He got an F. It took him seven years to learn how to speak his own language and that was considered to be the simplest language in the universe. It only had five words.
“I assure you I am not a nut ,” he said proudly, “I will prove it to you.” He began to tug at the mask on his face forcing Charlie to rush forwards.
“No,” he shouted, “it’s alright! I’m sure Mr George didn’t really mean to call you a nut!”
“I bloody did!” shouted George.
“Be quiet you,” Charlie spat.
“Do not worry Charlie,” said Greebol with a chuckle in his voice, “I was getting hot in this thing anyway. We Gumthars like the feel of the air on our skin!”
Before Charlie could stop him, Greebol had pulled the mask from his face, forcing out his strange, grey skinned, slit eyed features, which jiggled slightly in Geoffrey George’s direction. The double antennae that met at the top bobbed up and down on his head, strangely staring at him as though it had an eye when in fact it was an ear. It was Greebol’s one eared monster.
Geoffrey George made a strange gibbering sound.
Charlie Pinwright slapped his hand over his face.
Then, before the two Humans’ eyes, Greebol revealed the rest of his alien form. Reaching to his back, fingers twitching, he found a small zip-like tag and began to pull. There was a loud zip-like noise. The clothes and the Human skin beneath fell from Greebol’s shoulders, landing in an untidy pile on the floor.
Now, standing completely naked apart from a pair of uncomfortably tight shorts that disturbingly reminded Charlie of Linford Christie (distressingly proving to Charlie that the alien was in fact male), was the full unadulterated from of Greebol the Gumthar. An alien from another world. And he was an unusual sight.
Below the already strange looking face, sat a squat body. Grey skinned, like the face, yet with dark patches in various areas that reminded Charlie of the terrible rashes that covered him when he was within viewing distance of small animals. He had a large pot belly that wobbled as he walked and consisted of three deep belly buttons. He had four scrawny arms, two at each side. The two arms connected at the wrists into one large, three fingered hand. His legs were as equally scrawny but he only had two of these. His feet were large and had two fat toes at the end of them.
Whatever doubt there was in either Charlie or Geoffrey’s mind that
“ Spaceship ?” he squealed, eyes fixed at this clearly mad man in front of him. “Pinwright… what is this man talking about?”
Charlie considered lying. He considered fibbing. He considered saving Geoffrey George from the pain and suffering that he had already received on this night. “Actually he’s not a man,” he said, “he’s an alien.”
“Alien is such a broad word,” muttered Greebol, “as a matter of fact I am a Gumthar. We are a very respected species in our galaxy.”
“You’re a nut that’s what you are,” Geoffrey stammered.
Greebol checked his Oxford English Dictionary for the word nut.
-noun
a dry fruit consisting of an edible kernel or meat enclosed in a woody or leathery shell.
a block, usually of metal generally square or hexagonal, perforated with a threaded hole so that it can be screwed down on a bolt to hold together objects through which the bolt passes.
The masked alien was puzzled. He didn’t understand these Humans. Very strange people. They had strange faces, wore strange clothes and said strange things. This particular language that he was speaking was incredibly strange, but even stranger was how easy he had managed to learn it. It wasn’t that Greebol was an unintelligent Gumthar, in fact he was quite clever for his species, it was just that he was hopeless at languages. He had vigorously studied the respected language of Joolpin at school. He got an F. It took him seven years to learn how to speak his own language and that was considered to be the simplest language in the universe. It only had five words.
“I assure you I am not a nut ,” he said proudly, “I will prove it to you.” He began to tug at the mask on his face forcing Charlie to rush forwards.
“No,” he shouted, “it’s alright! I’m sure Mr George didn’t really mean to call you a nut!”
“I bloody did!” shouted George.
“Be quiet you,” Charlie spat.
“Do not worry Charlie,” said Greebol with a chuckle in his voice, “I was getting hot in this thing anyway. We Gumthars like the feel of the air on our skin!”
Before Charlie could stop him, Greebol had pulled the mask from his face, forcing out his strange, grey skinned, slit eyed features, which jiggled slightly in Geoffrey George’s direction. The double antennae that met at the top bobbed up and down on his head, strangely staring at him as though it had an eye when in fact it was an ear. It was Greebol’s one eared monster.
Geoffrey George made a strange gibbering sound.
Charlie Pinwright slapped his hand over his face.
Then, before the two Humans’ eyes, Greebol revealed the rest of his alien form. Reaching to his back, fingers twitching, he found a small zip-like tag and began to pull. There was a loud zip-like noise. The clothes and the Human skin beneath fell from Greebol’s shoulders, landing in an untidy pile on the floor.
Now, standing completely naked apart from a pair of uncomfortably tight shorts that disturbingly reminded Charlie of Linford Christie (distressingly proving to Charlie that the alien was in fact male), was the full unadulterated from of Greebol the Gumthar. An alien from another world. And he was an unusual sight.
Below the already strange looking face, sat a squat body. Grey skinned, like the face, yet with dark patches in various areas that reminded Charlie of the terrible rashes that covered him when he was within viewing distance of small animals. He had a large pot belly that wobbled as he walked and consisted of three deep belly buttons. He had four scrawny arms, two at each side. The two arms connected at the wrists into one large, three fingered hand. His legs were as equally scrawny but he only had two of these. His feet were large and had two fat toes at the end of them.
Whatever doubt there was in either Charlie or Geoffrey’s mind that
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