Alright, let's do this by the book. Nyles, what's our first contact protocol?
We haven't developed a first contact protocol, we've never encountered aliens before.
Well when the hell are we supposed to develop it, after the first encounter?
Well, actually, yes, the point of a first contact protocol is to encounter aliens enough times where you've developed a standard procedure when you meet a new race. What we need here is a first first contact protocol.
Yes! A first first contact protocol!... Beep, Lindsy, run a search see if anyone's written a first first contact protocol, beep.
A first first contact protocol? Beep.
Yes, a first first contact protocol. Surely some Roswell nut scribbled something on a napkin and mailed it to the pentagon. Beep.
Searching.... no, nothing. Beep.
Alright thank you, Lindsy. Beep.
Why don't we just write a first first contact protocol?
But we don't have time. We don't know if they're hostile. They could be preparing to attack the complex right now. We have to act fast.
Maybe we should ask the aliens what the standard procedure is.
No, we have to face the possibility that this is their first contact too. And besides, we can't just walk up to them, since they might be hostile. They might do something terrible to us like tear our pulsating entrails out of our chests with vicious thrusting tenticles, and stuff our hollow torsos full of cheap store-brand cottage cheese then bury our bodies with Britney Spears or 50-Cent CDs--
--so our eternal souls will be forever haunted by the melody to "Oops I Did It Again..."
Or they could anally probe us.
Yes, or that. Though that's probably too cliche for real life.
For the love of God would someone get that entire exchange student group of monks named Bob out of here.
Well, if they're invading, what are they waiting for?
Maybe they're trying to figure out whether they have a first invasion protocol.
They probably don't if this is their first invasion. Why don't we write one for them, so we can make sure they don't kill us all?
Yes, and include a part where they teach us all their technology.
And feed us mutant roaches!
I hope they have robotic kittens.
People. We still don't know if they're hostile or not. We have no idea what to expect from them. And in the name of the holy ghost why are there two sets of balls are on the conference table?
I think this room doubles as a pool hall in the summer.
Wait, if these aliens were to go away and come back, we would need a second contact protocol for that, right?
Uh, yes. A first second contact protocol, to be specific.
And the problem here is we don't have any time to write a first first contact protocol before taking action.
What are you getting at?
Well, if we can just scare away the aliens long enough to buy the time to write a first second contact protocol, then we'll know exactly what to do once they get back.
That's a possibility.
Wait, what if something goes wrong at the second contact and we want to revise the first second contact protocol? Would we then have a second, first second contact protocol?
No, because once the first second contact is over, we'll never have one again, so we won't need to revise the protocol. The next time after that that we encounter a species for the second time, it will be our second second contact, so we'll need a first, second second contact protocol ready, rather than a second, first second protocol, which would be useless.
--happens if we all get killed, and no one ever knows that there was a first contact at all. They might think the next contact is the first and improperly call that one the first contact.
In that case, we should call the pentagon to let them know what's going on.
No, we can't inform the pentagon. They only believed we were being attacked by aliens twice before we had to stop playing that joke. They did fall for the human squid story, but nothing after that. No, I'm afraid right now we're all the boy who cried rabid yodling seamonkey. We're so alone, it's so hopeless...
Wait, do you mean wolf?
I never cry_wolf.
And then the single line of non-dialogue in the entire frwoa uselessly informed the readers that there was a knock at the door, because it would have been revealed the next line anyway.
Hey, is that a knock?
Who is it?
It's me, sir.
Gofer, what do you want?
I--I have a name, sir.
Sorry Jark. What do you want?
Does anyone in here want some donuts? The aliens sent them over, except I think they called them something different, donunuts or something... I think this one's coconut.
Ralph, don't! They could be--
Oh my God it's an explosion, we're all dying.
Why would you actually state that?
I'm sure there's a reason. <<