Frank awoke, staring into the large, green faceted eyes of a pale grey alien. He shrieked, scrabbling backward on the steel table where he had been lying.
The creature held a long cylindrical tube in its four-fingered hand. “Greetings, being of Earth. We welcome you.”
“A-are you going to probe me?” Frank squeaked.
Another shorter, bluish-black alien behind the other one sighed. “I told you so.”
The alien grinned, showing a ridge of cartilage. “Actually, we were hoping that you would probe us.” It turned around, bending over. The other alien handed Frank the probe.
Frank screamed and promptly fainted.
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