FLYING TO A PARTY WITH MY BUDDIES

By Christopher T. Dabrowski.
translated by: Julia Mraczny
 

Come back for dinner!—she exclaimed, washing saucers.

Meanwhile, outside their white-painted cottage, hovered a flying saucer. Frank thought that they had to like him if they came back.

However, nothing happened—a pity, because the Wi-Fi wouldn’t be a problem today. Frank assessed the UFO and decided to provoke the aliens to contact:

—They have a bigger flying saucer in Katowice!

The two aliens looked at each other in amazement:

—There’s a White House, but the leader is kind of dumb.

—Right, let’s fly to Elon Musk.