Bruce and Dagan lay back on the glowing blanket and watched the starlit sky above them.
“We could see better on the rooftop, ya know. The trees are blocking my view.” Dagan suggested.
“Alien watching picnics are safer on the ground, Love. It‘s in the Top hand book.”
Dagan snuggled a little closer into Bruce’s arms. “Do you think they have Tops and Brats in their race?”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure of it.”
“What makes you so sure?” Dagan asked.
“Only a Brat would try and destroy a whole planet just because they wanted something we had.”