PLUTO

by VERMEESHA

*A Meeting on Earth*

“We need to figure out a way to end this before the entire human-race is destroyed by these…by these…things,” said General Kaye.

“Remind me what these ‘thing’ are again, General. You know I’m a bit slower than everyone else,” replied the President.

“These things, these evil, disruptive, ugly little things are martians from Pluto. They’re EVERYWHERE!, Mr. President. And we need to do something about these little orange-shaped creatures. I can’t STAND THOSE THINGS.”

“General, take a chill pill. Woah, man. These little dudes have really gotten into your head, huh?”

“Can we have a civilized conversation now?” said the irrelevant intern.

“They took her. They really took my baby. She was my cutie pie, my teddy bear, my wife. My baby. And they stole her from me,” cried the General.

“Man, get yourself together! Crying and sobbing in front of everyone. We’ve all lost things, get over it. Jesus Christ.”

*A Meeting on Pluto*

“Oh my god, I’m soooo happy we’re finally getting revenge on those little ‘humans.’”

“But they don’t even know why we’re fighting them. It’s pointless.”

“They should know. They’re the ones who took away our freedom. They’re the ones who put us in that box with that stupid solar system. They deserve this.”

“Fine. Whatever.”

*A Meeting on Earth*

“We’re the last four left, guys,” said Joe.

“We need to figure out a way to reverse this. Those orange aliens are still here looking for us. They’re not going to give up anytime soon,” Bryin replied.

“I wish I had a time machine. We could just go back and give aliens what they want,” Johnny said sadly.

“Dude,” said Bryin.

“What?!” replied Johnny.

“BUILD ONE!!”