“Mr. Forsythe?” The Mayor stepped away from the lectern, and I settled in behind it.
“Good afternoon. As Mr. Reed said, My name is Alistair Forsythe, and work for the U.N. Specifically, I am Undersecretary for Alien Affairs, which means I work directly under the Secretary.”
There was some whispering from the assembled residents, and even a stifled laugh from a youngster.
“Now, what that means is, our alien visitors are my specialty. I am an expert in the field. So I can guarantee to a certainty that the alien — ‘Ricky’ — is not going to eat your children.”
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