The creature slowly disembarked from the craft, its true form hidden behind a space suit that, in form as well as function, hinted at a truly alien physiology.
“What do you want?” the brigadier general cried, waving back his troop at the alien’s apparently peaceful approach.
A hidden speaker crackled, and in an inhuman but intelligible voice, the creature answered:
“This is Earth, yes?”
“Yes,” the general cried back, his hand resting lightly on his sidearm.
“I have heard that you accept radioactive waste. I would like to leave some Polonium-209.”
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