You find yourself looking at a topless, two-headed woman, with pinkish-purple skin with darker spots running down from the ears, which are pointed like an elf's or vulcan's, along the arm, and down their sides until it vanishes under their skin-tight black pants made of some unknown material. They study you with vivid green eyes with cat-like pupils, while idly playing with a lock of what looks like hair, (colored electric blue) with six-fingered hands. Their long nails (cherry red) look much sturdier than the pathetic bits of horn a human would have, and have been sharpened to wicked-looking points. You make a mental note to be VERY polite, since you like your face right where it is, thank you very much, while trying not to let your eyes water in response to the optical mugging your eyes are receiving from the wild color combo.
"Oh! I'm sorry," says the head on the right. "I thought you were someone else." "It's okay," you assure her. "I've made an idiot out of myself that way too. A lot of times. Hundreds of times." You realize you're babbling, jerk to a stop, and stand there for a moment in silence. "Hello?" asks the right head. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I was just enjoying the familiar taste of foot. I always seem to put it into my mouth when I try to talk to beautiful girls." "So you think we're beautiful?" asks the head on the left. "Well, yes. In fact, I think you're the prettiest girls I've ever seen. Um, by the way...where are we?" Both girls blink at this rather unusual question, before a light of comprehension clicks on. "Tell me," asks the right, "did you go to sleep in your bed, but wake up here?" "Yes! How did you know that?" you ask excitedly. "Probably because the greys just love to play pranks like that," says the left one. "Greys?" "Yeah," says the right. "They don't call themselves that, of course, but everyone else does. They're short with big heads, large back eyes, and are usually grey in color." You realize she's just described a classic Roswell alien. "So, they really DID have an alien body in that autopsy video."
You realize you've completely forgotten your manners. "Oh, by the way, my name's Jack," you say, holding out your hand. Since these two ladies have obviously seen humans before, you assume they must know about the way humans greet each other. "Hi," says the right, holding out her own hand, proving your theory correct. "My name's Ker'ah'aan, and this is my sister, Jal'han'aa." "Pleased to meet you both," you say. Now that the introductions are over, what to talk about next?
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