“Oogle boogle,” intoned the alien commander, leading his team from their flying saucer. “Oogle boogle, wumpkin plern,” he declaimed, driving the imperial standard into the turf. That might have been sufficient to claim yet another planet for the Galactic Confederation had the entire team not disappeared into the digestive tract of an inquisitive fox terrier.
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