AGENT BOB, INCOMING MESSAGE.
Bob twirled around in his rotating spaceship chair, pulling himself away from his Space Paperwork to answer the Space Phone. He rolled himself over to the wall and took the Space Phone off the Space Receiver.
"Yyyelllow?" He said casually.
"Agent Bob," the familiar voice of Bob's boss, Mr. Potato, grumbled through the phone, "we have just received a report of a Space Rogue causing havoc on a middle world."
"Aw dangit, Tater, I'm not finished with the paperwork from the LAST mission." Bob protested.
"How long will it take you to finish THAT up?" Mr. Potato inquired grumpily.
"Probably another day or so. You always give me the messy missions."
"You're the best agent we've got for Space Cleanup, agent."
"Oh you flatter me."
"Now finish that *$#+ paperwork and get your butt to Planet Florpin, ASAP!" Mr. Potato slammed his Space Phone down, transmitting a loud SMACK over the Space Line and into agent Bob's ear. Bob winced and slammed his own Space Phone down, knowing that Mr. Potato would not be able to hear it.
Bob returned to his Space Desk and continued with his Spaperwork as the new set of briefing documents printed out.
YOU ARE READING
Space Agent Bob on the Planet of Birds
Science FictionBob is contacted by his boss, Mr. Potato, while out in deep space, still doing his paperwork from the LAST mission. Bob was to go to planet Florpin, a planet of bird-like aliens, and track down an outlaw.
