Black fuzz covered Quatro’s skull, like the plush on a cheap toy. Now, as usual, so did a wig. His long, thin fingers and toes had vestigial webs to the first joint. He was tall and thin, like a walking test tube.
MA: You’re not a Terran, are you? Or, as some people say, an Earthling?
QP: No. My sister, Tetra, and I are Gilhoolies. That is, we’re from the planet Gilhoo. My sister and I are both fluent in Allesesperanto and … frankly, too many languages to list.
MA: I need to inform my readers that Gilhoo is a water planet.
QP: Indeed. Why else would I have these gills?
MA: Possibly because you’re all wet.
QP: I beg your pardon?
MA: That’s all right. So how did you come to be teaching on a spaceship?
QP: I applied and was accepted. But perhaps you wonder why I applied.
MA: Yes. Yes, I do.
QP: My sister said that she intended to do so. I consider her somewhat madcap, I regret to admit, and thought it might be best if accompanied her. As it happened, it was well that I did. My sobering and clarifying presence has proved invaluable aboardship on more than one occasion.
MA: Zzzzzzzzzzz– Oh! Uh, yes. Yes. Well, thank you for visiting with us today, Quatro. Uh, farewell, and … um … just keep swimming.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Interview an extra-terrestrial.