Fiction: Alien Orange
The alien commander sat in his command chair in his space ship, hidden and cloaked behind the moon.

He reached out one orange tentacle to adjust his screen, another to turn up the air control and a third to snag some shrimps from the bowl his servant offered him. "Hmmm, maybe we could establish a pit stop here with local food if the planet does not work out for colonisation", he said.
An officer entered the command deck. "S…
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