Polite introduction of the body-snatchers: Science Fiction

"Your synapses are very sparkly," the G'klon trade ambassador told him very seriously. "Should you wish to discuss this opportunity further, you should reach us at our embassy." "Ah--thank you?" Ted said, not sure if he'd been complimented, threatened, offered a job, or all of the above. The G'klon were weird, not least because you could never tell what rank or status a person you were talking to was. One day it would be one thing, and the next, that person would e doing something else. It was disconcerting, was what. He decided that if it was a job offer, he still wasn't interested; he was doing just fine in the interstellar catering business, thankyouverymuch. The one thing his stint as a reservist had qualified him for was space-jobs. Too bad he didn't have any of the qualifications for the top notch gigs--but he got paid a whole lot more as a waiter up here than he would down there.


Inspiration: LJ's prompt: "What compliment did you receive last?"
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Polite introduction of the body-snatchers....