‘What are you wearing?’ asked the waiter.
‘Oh, this, it’s an Andromedan intergalactic secret service uniform.’
‘Come again?’
‘An intergalactic secret service uniform.’
‘Really, what are those three symbols on the breast?’
‘They’re not symbols, they’re Andromedan script for ever camouflaged, ever disguised, ever incognito’
‘So you’re an extraterrestrial spy.’
‘Yes, my job is to secretly visit planets marked for colonization, and blend in before reporting back on how many natives there are, so we know how many there are to kill. The key is to go undetected’
‘Right so, then what’s with the uniform?’
‘I’m off duty this weekend.’
An Roinn Ultra - Irish Science Fiction 