Evangelists

The dangers of door knocking on the fringes of the galaxy.

            "Hello we're from the Church of Celestial Greatness", chimed the identically dressed youths.

            I growled and rolled my eyes to the back of my head. I was not telegraphing a message, I was sending it with precision laser beam.

            "God has sent us here to proclaim the good news of the celestial heaven," exhaled one of the pair in an exasperated breath. He spoke with all the drama of a game show host.

            I looked down upon the humans. As far as I was concerned that species was the vilest scum the universe had ever vomited up. "Isn't that the church where the reverend took all the money and ran off with the secretary?" I hadn't a clue who these people were but it was my standard line. You live on the periphery of the galaxy you have to be prepared for all sorts especially offensive intrusions of vulgarity.

            The pair looked at each other sheepishly as if I had tread upon some tender wound. One spoke up with his voice quivering full of nervousness. "No you're thinking of the Church of Celestial Magnificence," he squeaked. "We cut all our ties with them a good time ago." He managed to smile. Ah how primitive humans were showing me their teeth! In my culture that is a challenge to fight.

            In return I opened my lips to reveal my multiple rows of sharp teeth that could literally bite their heads off. "But don't you hold the same text sacred. I mean one stinky potato is just like another stinky potato." I roared out the words. Once again it was my usual response. If I had pleaded ignorance the evangelists would have felt obliged to educate me.

            "Well yes sir," squeaked one nervously stretching his collar with his finger as if his shirt had suddenly shrunk.

            "Well," I snarled. I had better things to do, like staring at a blank wall. My nostrils flared.

            Once more in uncertainty the two glanced at each other each exhibiting agonized looks. Returning their attention back to me one spoke, "well thank you for your time sir."

            A look of sorrow swept across my face as I gave a big sigh. "But I thought you would be staying for dinner!" My voice whined in pity.

            "Dinner!" cried the other one finally dispelling his silence, "What are you eating?"

            I gave the grandest smile of the day. This was my favorite part when encountering evangelists. "You," I spoke slyly.

            Off to the races the pair ran clomping their shoes as they fled. In their haste the duo neglected to collect their satchel. I took the liberty to investigate to finds a host of various printed material. I was utterly delighted. I had now no need to purchase lining for the bottom of the cage of Clarence my pet bird. All in all I must say it wasn't a bad day. At least this time I wasn't going to jail! It's two days at the rock for each evangelist's head you bite off. You see they knock on the magistrate's door as well.

Author's Note

If you like this story you might want to check out my anthology of science fiction stories called "Words Of The Future".

Reviews

[Eliezer]

I liked this a lot.
The line about humans showing their teeth made me laugh.