Intergalactic Terrorist (New Dimension Book 1) by J. F. Monahan Page B

not wrong. In fact Charlie was so right that he could have fallen over for lack of balance.
        Sitting in the middle of the circular room, onboard the alien spaceship, hands tied and gaffer tape around his mouth, sat the plump form of Geoffrey George. He was wearing his pyjamas and a nightcap. He looked most infuriated. Charlie groaned. This was officially now the worst night of his life. Probably the worst of Geoffrey George’s life too.
        Geoffrey began to mumble and tried to call out, restricted by the ever resilient gaffer tape. “Looks like he wants to speak,” said Greebol cheerfully. He slid over to Geoffrey and, in one single movement, ripped the thick and durable gaffer tape from his mouth almost removing his lips in the process. Geoffrey screamed. When the pain subsided, Geoffrey George growled, his lips large and throbbing as though he had suffered a long and gruelling night of botox.
        “How very dare you!” he shouted, “This is an outrage! Do you people know who I am? I am a very important person in this city! You will not get away with this and I promise you, you will receive no ransom money…” he paused as he finally noticed Charlie standing next to the wall looking very sheepish. Like a sheep.
        Geoffrey George’s eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Charlie with a look of thunder plastered on his chubby face. He took a deep breath. “Pen… I mean… Pinwright? Is that you boy?”
        Guiltily, Charlie stepped forwards. “Hello King,” he said quietly looking down at his feet.
        “I don’t understand what’s going on,” Geoffrey said confused, “What is the meaning of this?”
        “Well… you see… I… “Charlie had no idea how to answer that question.
        “If this is some lame attempt to get your job back let me tell you Charlie my boy you are gravely mistaken!”
        “No sir… this is not-“
        “This is kidnapping Pinwright! Kidnapping I tell you! This is an illegal offence!”
        For Geoffrey George, this was not the first time he had been kidnapped. True, he had never been kidnapped by an alien before as before this day there were no other aliens in Geoffrey George’s universe. The previous time ‘King’ George was kidnapped was on Christmas Eve. Christmas was a time hated by Geoffrey. It meant giving. Giving bonuses to his employees. Giving discount to customers. Giving a present – usually a cheap perfume set that smelt like old ladies undergarments – to his wife.
        However, one cold winters night three ghosts came to him whilst he slept to show him the error of his ways. A ghost of the past, a ghost of the present and the ghost of the future. In reality the ghosts were three miffed employees dressed all in white who drugged him, threw him in the back of a van and kept him hostage in a basement for three weeks. The whole terrible incident came to a bloody end when the secret service finally discovered their whereabouts and a Hollywood style shootout occurred, which for no apparent reason also involved a high speed car chase, several large explosions and a cop in a vest who just would not die. The three kidnappers were each shot dead and became real ghosts trapped forever in that basement with only each other to haunt. Of course trying to scare a fellow ghost was a difficult task and they would continue to try and scare one another for the rest of time. Some would say a fitting punishment for three underpaid and overworked employees who wanted a pay rise.
        Geoffrey George was later found locked in a cupboard eating his own toe.
        “Charlie think about what you are doing here?” Geoffrey continued.
        “You’ve got it all wrong King,” Charlie protested.
        “I have a wife Charlie my boy!”
        Greebol chuckled to himself. “My first encounter with a Human female,” he said, “a very interesting experience. Hideously ugly creatures your women.”
        Charlie was about to