On UFO #433, from planet Zignog, a high-level meeting was being held while in orbit around a newly discovered planet…
“Quirsnip! Your suggestion to enslave the population is not welcome. We must address their leader, greet them as fellow citizens of the galaxy.”
Quirsnip’s tentacles waved wildly. “Snortablort! You are a peacenik! I should be captain!”
Snortablort’s eyestalks all pointed towards his naysayer. “You speak treason! I will address the populace! You will keep you orifices shut! Now… I shall practice.”
Quirsnip glowered impotently. Snortablort cleared his air holes, held himself erect, and said “Take me to your leader.”
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