Found these two distinctly hostile lifeforms in the middle seat of our StarShip. Attempts at communication have been futile to this point. Repeated "good mornings" have only elicited a series of grunts, sighs, and a peculiar rolling of the eyes, as if they are trying to view the tops of their head from the inside.
Will continue to endeavor to make contact with the beings, ascertain their intents, see if they are here as ambassadors of peace (who want to buy us lunch) or bellicose monsters bent on our destruction.
Note to self; Ask Spock if breakfast burritos from McDonalds are a gift from the heavens.
Do they always color-coordinate?
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