A Novel of the Galactic Free Trade AssociationBook
First contact was not made whena spaceship landed on the White House lawn, but when a three-alien delegation teleported into the office of the most powerful man in the world. The visitors had timed it well, arriving at the beginning of a half-hour block the great man had reserved for a restorative mid-day power nap. "What can JPMorgan Chase do to help you gentlebeings?" said the chairman. "We come in peace,"said the tallest of the visitors,a lean,tiger-striped seven foot humanoid. "Live long and prosper," said the shortest alien, a three-foot pyramid with an eye at the apex of each side. "Klaatu barada...," began the third alien, a round, red-skinned being with a beard made of long, white manipulative tentacles who looked like a caricature of Santa Claus. "Cut the crap," said the chairman. "Right," said the tallest alien. "We're from the Galactic Free Trade Association and we want to cut you in."
Branch Call Number: SF SCHROEDER, DAVE
Characteristics: 315 pages ; 21 cm.