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49 - SOMETHING TO CHEW OVER

It had to happen. The first contact.
Aliens arrived on Earth.
Shape changers, they chose with
unerring accuracy the form least
threatening to their human hosts.
The Prime Minister sighed. It wasn't
easy holding an intelligent conversation
with a McDonald's hamburger. Though
there were compensations. The aliens had
impeccable taste.