Xyblorgyz Peered At His Ticket
Character – alien- Setting – dry dock
- Object – one-way plane ticket
- Situation – obscene phone call
Xyblorgyz peered at his ticket. Murmansk. One way. It was the closest he could get to Tunguska. He hoped he wouldn’t miss his train connection. The shuttle to the mother-ship wouldn’t wait for stragglers.
But where was Niplodiuma? She should have been here by now.
Xyblorgyz’s digits fumbled with the tiny buttons as he tried to reach her on her Earthling cellphone.
“Hello?” said the female voice that answered.
“Plody, it’s me. Where are you?” he said in their native Centroplaxis tongue.
“Oh gross!” the female voice said. “You obscene phone callers need to get lives!”
That definitely wasn’t Plody. Xyblorgyz looked around at his fellow passengers. They were all brawny, sweaty, and wearing work gloves. How odd. His phone rang and Xyblorgyz answered it.
“Blorgy! Where are you?” It was Plody. “They’ve begun boarding!”
Xyblorgyz looked around.
“Not where I am.”
“Where are you?” She sounded frantic.
Xyblorgyz checked his translator. “Dry dock.”
“Blorgy! I told you to get that thing fixed! A dry dock is not the same as an airport!”
Xyblorgyz looked around in shocked horror.
“Oh, frazglark!”