Egg Salad, Alien Lies, and the Worst Smell in the Galaxy
Hey there, Caffeine Crew!
If you’ve been following the ongoing saga of Earth’s most incompetent alien spies, Porph and Mercendu Zeebok, then you know that things have gotten wild. What started as a poorly hidden planetary invasion plan has somehow turned into a garbage collection side quest, all thanks to Mercendu’s terrible cover story about “cleaning up Earth.”
Poor Frenchy—who, let’s be honest, is too trusting for her own good—completely bought the idea that Porph and Mercendu are here to help instead of here to destroy.
But today, Frenchy is out of the picture.
Instead, we’ve got Weaver, who is about to take things in a horrifying new direction.
Because what do you do when two space aliens claim they’re on a mission to “clean up the planet”?
You give them a trash bag full of old, rancid egg salad sandwiches, obviously.
And that, my friends, is where this story goes completely off the rails.
A Gift for the ‘Planetary Custodians’
Inside The Candy Bar, the air was pleasant. The rich scent of coffee lingered in the air, and the hum of conversation created a cozy atmosphere.
And then Weaver walked in.
With a giant trash bag slung over his shoulder.
Everyone at the bar turned their heads. Even Candy Kane, the owner, looked up from behind the counter, wrinkling her nose.
Weaver dropped the bag onto the floor with a sickening squish.
Candy took one step back. “Weaver. What. Is. That.”
Weaver grinned proudly. “Oh, don’t worry, Candy. This isn’t for you. It’s for our two friendly alien janitors!”
Porph and Mercendu, seated at the bar in their usual bright silver spacesuits, turned in unison.
Porph narrowed his solid black eyes. “Excuse me?”
Weaver gestured toward the suspiciously lumpy trash bag. “You guys said you were cleaning up Earth, right? Well, I got something for you to clean up!”
Porph and Mercendu stared at the bag.
The bag stared back.
Well, not literally. But it might as well have.
A horrifying smell started creeping into the air.
Mercendu blinked. “Weaver… what is inside this bag?”
Weaver beamed. “Egg salad sandwiches!”
Porph sniffed the air. His entire body recoiled. “YOU BROUGHT US DEATH BAGS?!?”
Weaver frowned. “Huh?”
Porph shoved his chair back. “WHAT UNSPEAKABLE CRIME HAVE WE COMMITTED TO DESERVE THIS?!?”
Weaver blinked. “It’s just egg salad.”
Porph glared. “THAT IS NOT FOOD. THAT IS A BIOLOGICAL WEAPON.”
Mercendu Tries (and Fails) to Do Damage Control
Mercendu, ever the intergalactic diplomat, cleared her throat and tried to salvage the situation.
“Weaver, dear, kind, incredibly misguided Weaver,” she said through a strained smile, “how long have these sandwiches been in that bag?”
Weaver rubbed his chin. “Well… I found them in the back of the mess hall fridge. So… a few weeks?”
Porph gagged. “A FEW WEEKS?!”
Weaver shrugged. “Maybe a few months.”
Porph leapt out of his seat. “YOU HAVE CREATED A HORRIFIC ABOMINATION.”
Weaver grinned. “Oh, it gets better!”
Mercendu’s eye twitched. “I do not see how that is possible.”
Weaver nudged the bag with his foot. The bag wobbled.
Porph jumped back like it was about to explode.
Weaver laughed. “It’s fermented.”
Porph grabbed Mercendu’s arm. “WE ARE LEAVING. IMMEDIATELY.”
Weaver blocked the exit. “Oh, no. You wanted to clean up Earth? Well, HERE’S YOUR CHANCE!”
Porph hissed. “YOU ARE A VILLAIN.”
Mercendu sighed. “Weaver, let’s be reasonable.”
Weaver crossed his arms. “Nope. Take the bag.”
Porph pointed an accusing finger. “YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS.”
Weaver smirked. “I’m already paying. With my nose.”
The Bag… Makes Its Move
At that very moment, something horrifying happened.
The bag twitched.
Porph froze. “Did that just… MOVE?”
Weaver nodded. “Oh yeah. It’s alive.”
Porph screamed.
Candy grabbed a broom. “I WANT THIS THING OUT OF MY SHOP.”
Weaver nudged the bag with his foot. “Yeah, but where do we—”
The bag let out a soft, squelchy noise.
Porph bolted toward the door. “WE MUST LEAVE THIS PLANET.”
Weaver grabbed him. “Oh no. This is YOUR problem now.”
Porph struggled. “LET ME GO. I AM A WARRIOR, NOT A SANITATION WORKER.”
Weaver smirked. “Then why’d you say you were cleaning up Earth?”
Porph froze.
Weaver grinned. “Yeah. Checkmate, space boy.”
Mercendu sighed. “Fine. We will take the bag.”
Porph shrieked. “WE WILL NOT.”
Mercendu patted his arm. “Porph. Be strong.”
Porph clenched his fists. “I AM READY FOR WAR. I AM NOT READY FOR THAT.”
Mercendu sighed. “You can vaporize it when we get back to the ship.”
Porph narrowed his eyes. “Promise?”
Mercendu nodded. “Yes. I promise.”
Porph snatched the bag. “WE ARE NEVER SPEAKING OF THIS AGAIN.”
The Drive to Doom
The Zeeboks loaded the cursed bag into their spaceship and took off.
Inside the ship, Porph sat as far away from the bag as possible.
He scowled. “This planet is disgusting.”
Mercendu nodded. “That is fair.”
Porph crossed his arms. “I have conquered worlds. I have led armies. But this… this is where I draw the line.”
Mercendu chuckled. “We learned something valuable today.”
Porph glared. “And what is that?”
Mercendu smiled. “We do not need weapons to destroy Earth.”
Porph raised an eyebrow. “No?”
Mercendu gestured toward the bag. “We just need egg salad.”
Porph stared at the bag.
Then he grinned.
And suddenly…
The Earth was in very, very big trouble.
Final Thoughts: Weaver Might Have Doomed Us All
So, Caffeine Crew, what did we learn today?
- Egg salad sandwiches should come with warning labels.
- Porph has officially been traumatized.
- Weaver may have accidentally handed the Zeeboks the deadliest weapon known to man.
If Earth gets destroyed, we can all blame a mess hall refrigerator.
Until next time, stay safe, and for the love of all that is good, DO NOT EAT OLD EGG SALAD.
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