Meat the Aliens

“The Encephalons are a friendly race of aliens,” the General said. “Oh? You’ve dealt with them?” the computer nerd asked, biting his nails. “They are talkative, polite and have not threatened us with their superior technology. So, yes, that places them in my ‘friends list,’ as much as an alien Read more…

The Garbage Cube

  “Should I throw this away?” Bobby said, holding an indistinguishable piece of trash in his hands. “Yes, dude! What did I tell you? Everything is garbage. It all goes into the cube.” Terry was the older guy who drew the short straw and had to teach the new guy. Read more…