X149 had his instructions, the invasion was to commence immediately. Acting simultaneously with fellow agents worldwide he dropped his copy of The Times, tore off the itchy human suit and drew his photon immobiliser. He screamed to the cafe, ‘Vacillating earthlings! This is your last day as a free planet. You belong to the Klax now!’
No-one moved. Then a hand crept up in the corner booth. ‘Is that a photon immobiliser?’
X149 was confused: ‘How do you know that?’
‘Rogalprax, Delvin Empire.’
‘Oh… Well everyone else is enslaved!’
More hands went up. All of the hands in fact.