C.W. and I were talking …
“Did you hear the latest from Sean Spicer,” his left head said.
“Oh yes,” I said. “About Adolph Hitler never using gas on his enemies?”
“That one," he said. "Do you have an explanation?”
“No,” I said, “I don’t. It is quite unbelievable that one human being, so incompetent, could have a job at all, much less one with national prominence.”
The right head started giggling.
“What’s with it?” I asked the other two.
The right one looked puzzled, and said. “Don’t you know?”
“All the Nichtacraniems are like that.”
“After all,” left head said, “they are from the Farstonian Galaxy. It’s not like they are in what you would call the mainstream of cosmic society.”
“You mean …?” I tried to assemble my thoughts.
“You thought he was one of you?” Middle head looked at me in disbelief. Right head giggled again. "He certainly doesn't hold his species in high regard," he said to the other two. They both guffawed.
“But, but, how?” I said. “How did he get in with this new president?”
Right head shook back and forth. “Do you mean you don’t know?”
|Don't worry. I hear he is going home. - C.W.|