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 can be considered that."
"Right. And they offered to show us their technology?" the nerd asked, wanting to be anywhere but there.
"They have approved a single person to receive a tour of their spaceship and, well to pop the hood, in a manner of speaking." The General poured some whiskey from his drawer. "I shouldn't be drinking while in the midst of giving orders, even to a specialist such as you, but you'll excuse me under the circumstances."
"Of course, sir. Drink away."
"You
