Zana tiptoed around the big desk for a closer look. She peered into the alien's face like a dermatologist, studying his skin.
Rivqua looked out the tall windows.
"Man, this is high up. You can see the spaceport from here. Tell me, is it genius or madness, putting this much city out here, right in the middle of nowhere. Considering its reputation, one can't help but wonder. Found his pulse yet?"
"Where do I look? I don't know where to look! He's not like us!"
"Who knows? Try the back of the neck or something. Under the jaw. Behind the ears."
"He doesn't have a jaw! It's hidden under all this flabby hugeness."
"A history of massive lunches will do that."
"Where does this guy keep his ears? And look at this neck! Fleshy and wide, and covered in see-throughy scales. Charming."
"Got no answer for that one. He is quite the alien. Why don't you listen if he's breathing."
"Are these holes his nostrils?"
"One or two of them probably. His mouth looks open."
"Yeah, a regular slime pit and all. There's like, green goo hanging out of the side of- no, not putting my ear to close to that. Besides... ugh, what a breath!"
All of a sudden a sizzling noise began. Zana jumped back. It came from inside the alien's large body. The girls stared in horror as steam started coming out of his mouth. A stream of blood followed it and quickly made a mess of the important-looking documents on the desk. The swirling pillar of steam spread out over the ceiling and filled the office with a smell of fried onion, fried in something other than butter.
Rivqua looked around for a smoke alarm. Through the mist she saw it, up there by the chandelier. As if excited for the attention the thing flashed red and went off with an ear-shattering screech.
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