alien

In the center of the floor is not our usual unfinished mess of wings and parts but the makings of an enormous… shell. At least that’s what it looks like to me. I overhear someone else say cornucopia. I guess I could see that too. I suppose the question on everyone’s mind is… “Who did this?” My superior asks the floor, as if any one person could have done this under his nose. Yes, this is the man I puked on.