Late afternoon in the SkullCrushers board room, two light years from earth.
"Us uppers are the right ones to deal with this threat," General Saggy chin said, his green chin flapping wildly. " Our cannon is the oldest and most reliable in this spaceship."
General Youthful eyes snorted. "You uppers are almost as old as that stupid cannon. It'll more likely break than shoot anything." He leaned back in his boardroom chair. "This is a job for us lowers, we hold the newest and most accurate cannon on the ship."
"Mimimimimi," General Balding head said, while he reenacted Youthful eyes' voice. "You youngins aren't even old enough to shoot a cannon. Lest you blow us all to smithereens. No, our Laser cannon of Doom will end this. It has enough firepower and accuracy to destroy an invader in one zap."
All three of the other generals groaned. "Do you remember what happened last time we let you fire that stupid cannon?" Saggy chin asked.
Youthful eyes chuckled. "His memory's disappearing with his hair."
All generals laughed while Balding head pouted. And then they looked to the last general, the Alien who was yet to speak up. "So, whadya have to say for yourself, General Thumbsucker?"
Thumb sucker plucked his thumb out with a big pop. The other generals were showered with a spray of gooey saliva. "Eurgh . . . Disgusting!"
"Bang! Bang!" Thumbsucker yelled.
Balding head smacked a hand to his fivehead. "We need to really re-think this 'one general from each generation' policy. The kid can't even talk yet."
Saggy chin flopped his testicle like sags in agreement.
“Bang! Bang!” Thumb sucker screeched, erupting into tears.
“Yeah, this is for you to handle, Youthful.” The other two got up and left. Youthful stared across the table at Thumb sucker, who wiped the tears off his cheeks.
Thumb sucker held out a hand. In which Youthful placed two pieces of space candy. “Good job, kiddo. Now come watch me zap this invader.”
Thumbsucker giggled when Youthful picked him up. “They dumb dumb,” he said. Youthful smirked. “You got that right.”