“So why,” said the gray alien, “should I not jus' push this button and blow the 'ole planet to nothing?”
Jim's stance did not change, his focus did not drift. Even after the last two weeks, after every brain-twisting thing he had seen in the last two weeks, that the gray alien had chosen to speak with an accent like British street thugs in the movies was still deeply disturbing. Jim stared straight into the large, dark, cow-like eyes set in the middle of the smooth gray pear shaped head.
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