President: What was that?
Assistant: I don't know.
President: it sounded like an impact. Come on, check it out!
Assistant: Um. . . Madam President. . . maybe you should take a look
President: WHAT IS THAT?!
Alien Boss: What a strange environment. . . What are they, then?
President: What are you if I may ask? You look well. . . somehow not
like you're from this world.
All aliens: Neither are we! We come from the planet Neptune.
President: And then what are they doing here in our city, in our country
and on our earth?!
Alien Boss: We are here to make a compromise with you humans. How
about we get 50% of the earth and in return you get 50% of
President: Absolutely not! Earth is not yours.
Alien Boss: All right, how about 30%?
President: No! Neither 50%, nor 30%, nor any other information.
Alien Boss: Fine as they want, but they will regret that bitterly I can tell you.
(Aliens leave the stage)
President: What was that all about? That was just a joke, right?
Assistant: Hmm. (shrugs shoulders)
(One week later)
Newsreader: Welcome to the news at 6:00.
Last night we got the news that the German Chancellor
was reported missing. (power off)
President: What's this all about? How does someone get to a
politician? That can't be possible.
President: Unknown. . . Hmm.
Telephone: Good afternoon, long time not heard.
President: Who are they and what do they want?
Phone: I told you, you will regret it bitterly.
President: The alien? But it can't be.
Phone: If you don't want more presidents and chancellors to be
kidnapped then give us at least 50% of the earth.
Politician: (hangs up) What am I supposed to do now?