Here are you, minding your own business, watching Jelle’s Marble Racing in your bedroom, when suddenly you get warped into a shiny silver metallic room. You sigh. “Again?” you think.
You walk out of the room and down the hallway to a set of doors. As you push them open, you insert your babel fish into your ear. “C’mon guys,” you say as you enter the room.
Inside the room is a large table that is clearly designed for meetings. Apparently, some things are just universal. At the table sit 2 humanoid aliens, both slightly purple, both wearing caps that sport the NSFL logo on them.
“We wish to speak to yoooou again about the unfairness of fooooootball,” voices one of purple beings. “We have given yoooou sufficient time to make a decision. Incluuuuude us or be destroyed.”
“Guys, guys,” you say as you swing into a seat. “I told you; you’re stronger than us, taller than us, and have an extra limb. Everyone says it’s unfair if you form your own team.”
“We have promised to uuuuuuse our third limb for only high fives,” beeped the second purple being.
“What about the extra 3 feet each? What about the fact that you can each pick up 300 pounds with each hand?”
“We assuuuuuuure you that we will hold back our strength.” The purple being shuddered indignantly.
“Yeah, that’s not going over well with the commissioner,” you say as you study your nails.
The two aliens suction their third limb together, apparently a method of conferencing amongst their kind. The discussion seems heated, as multiple colors pass through their bodies and angry hissing noises get emitted from random parts of their body. Eventually, a consensus is reached.
“Very well,” one of the aliens say. “We agree to not form our own team, but we will join your teams. Each team gets one Zaphod, and we will live and train on Earth with yoooou. In exchange, yoooou will make a team on our planet.”
“Your planet’s gravity is twice of ours!” you exclaim.
“We will build an artificial gravity chamber to play fooooootball.”
“Huh. That actually sounds okay.” You stand up and start walking to the exit chamber.
“Speak to your people and let us know. We will delay destroying your planet for twooooo more days.” The aliens attempt to sound ominous, but their happy beeps and high fives destroy the mood.
“One sec,” you say as one of the aliens set up the exit protocol. “I need a name for your team.”
“We will be the X Æ A-12’s!” the aliens beep happily.
“So that’s how you say it,” you think before you shimmer back into your bedroom.
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You walk out of the room and down the hallway to a set of doors. As you push them open, you insert your babel fish into your ear. “C’mon guys,” you say as you enter the room.
Inside the room is a large table that is clearly designed for meetings. Apparently, some things are just universal. At the table sit 2 humanoid aliens, both slightly purple, both wearing caps that sport the NSFL logo on them.
“We wish to speak to yoooou again about the unfairness of fooooootball,” voices one of purple beings. “We have given yoooou sufficient time to make a decision. Incluuuuude us or be destroyed.”
“Guys, guys,” you say as you swing into a seat. “I told you; you’re stronger than us, taller than us, and have an extra limb. Everyone says it’s unfair if you form your own team.”
“We have promised to uuuuuuse our third limb for only high fives,” beeped the second purple being.
“What about the extra 3 feet each? What about the fact that you can each pick up 300 pounds with each hand?”
“We assuuuuuuure you that we will hold back our strength.” The purple being shuddered indignantly.
“Yeah, that’s not going over well with the commissioner,” you say as you study your nails.
The two aliens suction their third limb together, apparently a method of conferencing amongst their kind. The discussion seems heated, as multiple colors pass through their bodies and angry hissing noises get emitted from random parts of their body. Eventually, a consensus is reached.
“Very well,” one of the aliens say. “We agree to not form our own team, but we will join your teams. Each team gets one Zaphod, and we will live and train on Earth with yoooou. In exchange, yoooou will make a team on our planet.”
“Your planet’s gravity is twice of ours!” you exclaim.
“We will build an artificial gravity chamber to play fooooootball.”
“Huh. That actually sounds okay.” You stand up and start walking to the exit chamber.
“Speak to your people and let us know. We will delay destroying your planet for twooooo more days.” The aliens attempt to sound ominous, but their happy beeps and high fives destroy the mood.
“One sec,” you say as one of the aliens set up the exit protocol. “I need a name for your team.”
“We will be the X Æ A-12’s!” the aliens beep happily.
“So that’s how you say it,” you think before you shimmer back into your bedroom.
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