"Let's go to Earth, son" commanded the Big Grey, pointing to the flying saucer. "We will hunt some cows for our ranch."

"I don't want to…"

"Why?"

"They're racists. They call us greys."

"Chink, Greens, did you hear that?" the alien turned to his hylea-smoking buddies.

"Hm" muttered one. "I already said that these Earth degenerates should have their asses kicked."

"How about some joint invasion next cycle?" suggested the other.

"Calm down" the Grey reassured them. "We still experiment on them.

"Dad?" interjected the Little Grey. "Would they stop, if I tattooed a different color all over my body?"

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