Challenge #00607 - A242: One Disasterous Afternoon, Mid-Alien-Invasion

Most certainly a [species] spy in disguise. I mean not. Not a [species] spy. Human. Completely human. Yes.

“Oh, now, come on,” said the Doctor. “That can’t be a Friendly. That’s obviously a Golgafraxan spy in disguise. Do none of you notice her complexion?”

“Doctor…”

“If it is a her. They get the genders mixed up.”

“Doctor…”

“Look I’ll prove it. Golgafraxans react negatively to garlic.” He whipped out a small container and blew a foul smelling-dust at the person of contention…

…who sneezed genteelly into her elbow and said with a weary sigh, “Still not a Golgafraxan, Doctor. Still just Sara Louise Adrian. Remarkable facsimile.” She had a damp cloth in one of her belt-pouches and used it to erase the dust from her skin. “And I prefer my garlic in pasta sauce, thank you.”

“Oh. Ah. Not a Golgafraxan spy. Human. Completely human. Yes.”

“Aaaaahhh…?” prompted Sara.

“Sorry.”

“That’s better,” said the mutant heroine.

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