Zalderbon Bongodrick of the Intergalactic Police Force explained:
‘A backwater Sheriff like me needs to relax. To turn a blind eye to some things. But your species, and you in particular, are taking the piss -war is illegal.’
Vladimir Pontin shifted uneasily in his chair onboard the orbital paddy-wagon: ‘But I only stepped out to buy milk.’
Instead of milk, Vladimir got a trip along a light beam to where he sat.
Zalderbon contemplated Vladimir’s blank look.
‘Damn. Wrong abductee again. You can go. But if you see that human with the atomic bombs tell him I’m coming for him.’