CHAPTER 7
Aliens & Other Inconveniences
The saucer rocked from side to side and a door on top opened. A big-headed, green alien with black eyes and a stitched-up slit over his mouth popped out. He rubbed his head, which had a huge, peanut-shaped hump in the back. The nerves on the hump were outside his skin, glistening like the pathways on a silicon chip, and the skin on his long, spindly arms looked oily. When he spoke, his voice came from the speaker of the flying saucer, not his mouth. His voice was ethereal and multilayered, as if five of him were speaking at the same time.
“Darn door. It gets jammed every time.”
He shifted in his seat and hovered the saucer around Theo. “How do you like my creation? I, Braindon, of the Tarapsha’NaXinaxhat Colony, am its mastermind. It took me fort
