Xriam puffed out his chest, shimmering like a disco ball at sunrise. “I, Xriam of Dionas, claim this world in the name of—” smack! You brought the rolled-up newspaper down on his shiny head. “Bad alien! No conquering!” He blinked, stunned, colors flickering like a malfunctioning neon sign. “Did… did you just discipline me?” You raised the newspaper again. “Keep talking, glitter boy.”
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