Invader from another planet and the leader of a country on the golf course: A short dramatic work

(Co-written with friend Alissa)

PREZ: (to caddy) Give me my putter, Hal. (to alien) So what's this invasion about? (swings at ball, sends it rolling across
stage, then holds out putter to caddy.)

ALIEN: (taking putter) Well, Gary, it's like this. (takes bite of putter) Our planet is having some major welfare problems.
Kids in the street starving, stuff like that. (takes another bite.)

PREZ: (getting out another ball) Got the same problems here. I think we can work something out--mutual benefit, you know.

ALIEN: Mm-hmm. (mouth full)

PREZ: So what do you need? Money? Clothing?

ALIEN: Food. (another bite)

PREZ: Uh-huh. Hal, my three-wood. So you want grains and meats?

ALIEN: Grains and meats? Disgusting! (bite) But your metalloids are quite delicious.

PREZ: (turns and stares)