"Tell me you're kidding."
"No, Mr President. First contact has occurred and they've landed in Andorra."
The President put out his hand for the papers Don Carlos was carrying.
"That little space between France and Spain that on a map looks like the rectum of Europe? That Andorra?"
"I wouldn't put it like that in an election year, Sir. No reason to offend minorities in an election year."
"Don, how many immigrants from Andorra do we have?"
"They tend to band together."
The phone buzzed. The President put it on speaker but didn't manage to get a greeting out.
"Can you fucking believe this? Andorra. God-damn, they're about four mountains where Frogs and Spics crossbreed with their God-damn sisters. How are we going to handle this?"
"By that, Jim, I take it you mean how will I handle it and can you tag along?"
"Tag team? Yes, good idea, Mr. President. Think about it. Andorran sisters!"
"Dammit, Jim, do you always think with your dick? How are we gonna handle first contact?"
The phone was silent as Jim considered the question. "I suppose we could buy them a couple drinks and try the old lint on the sleeve trick."
Opening: D Jason Cooper.....Continuation: anon.