Polite introduction of the body-snatchers: Science Fiction

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"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....