[ WP ] An alien race encounters the most terrifying predator imaginable . A lone , unarmed human .

`` Jac'que, it just killed another drone!'' 
 
 Jac'que rubbed his mandible, it had been a long day. 
 
 `` By the Great Queen... how is it doing this?! That was the third one! What does it want?!'' 
 
 The worker clicked on its pad which showed a series of graphs and what seemed to be hieroglyphs to the untrained eye. 
 
 `` Our research shows that it is saying something about'coming cold.''' 
 
 `` So you're saying it is cold.'' 
 
 `` No sir, we threw some warm jelly at it and it just ate it.'' 
 
 Jac'que was stunned, `` It ate it?'' 
 
 The worker nodded in stunned agreement, `` We're dealing with a monster.'' 
 
 Jac'que rubbed his lucky leg, it was the last one he had n't need to replace with a machine. 
 
 `` By the way...'' Jac'que sighed embarrassingly, `` Which drone died this time?'' 
 
 `` It was Clyde sir, he was one day from retirement.'' Replied the worker. 
 
 `` And by retirement you mean-'' 
 
 `` Eaten by his offspring, yes sir.'' 
 
 Jac'que curled his tentacles into a fist. `` Now his children will never experience the shame of your father being too weak to defend himself and the pride of surviving the final conflict before being worked to death.'' 
 
 Jac'que turned from the worker, as was custom after discussing the death of the weak. 
 
 `` So did he die the same way as the others?'' 
 
 The worker nodded, as was custom to see if the Pilot had suddenly developed psychic powers and needed to be killed. 
 
 `` Well?'' The pilot continued. 
 
 The worker sighed in relief, `` Yes sir, it used its cannon to shoot a biological weapon at the dron-.'' 
 
 Suddenly, in colors human eyes could never witness, but let's pretend it's red for this tale, the room is flashing with that pre-named color. 
 
 `` Great Queen! It has breached the perimeter! We're doomed!'' 
 
 Suddenly, through the bars of the small window on the door, on the far side of this white room with soft walls, a young redheaded woman peaks her head in, dressed in a white blanket and a hello kitty nightgown. With a nasal pronunciation and a sniffle behind every word she meekly admits: 
 
 `` Hello? I'm sorry to be a bother but I've got a bit of a cold... do you have some more of that tea-a-A-ATCHOO!''
