David scratched at a scab on his arm, picking the red hard skin off. It was annoying like those kids and the fact that they're not as stupid as he thought. His plan was f****d.
The space shuttle was out in outer space, it'd been three days since the incident. He was thinking up another solution, another plan. But he had time. They weren't going anywhere and even if they did- he'd find them again.
Three aliens walked into the control room where David was perched in his chair. His spacesuit sat on the other side of the room. In case of an emergency, if something went wrong on the ship, they needed to do repairs on the outside or escape it.
"what is it?" He groaned already in a foul mood. Right. They just stared at him. Can't comprehend the human language yet or yet many languages. He want
