"Ooooh, I like the way this is starting out."
"How's that?"
"Another short intro... shorter than
Verdant Skies'. And then...
BAM! Sex in chapter 1!"
"Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!"
"Is there gonna be a lot more of that, Steve? Huh?"
"Well... there is more sex--"
"
YYYyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeesssssssss!"
"--but that's not all there is to the story."
"Who cares? As long as we got hot sci-fi sex!"
"With aliens!"
"Whoa... there's sex with
aliens?"
"No, no alien sex! I told you--"
"Yeah, we know, 'no aliens'. Can't we discuss that?"
"Forget it, Wesley. No aliens. This story is realistic!"
"Arthur C. Clarke wrote realistic aliens in his stories."
"Arthur C. Clarke... my hero..."
"Claaarke..." "Claaarke..." "Claaarke..."
"Yeah, think of all the cool ways he thought of to depict non-humanoid, realistic aliens. If he could do it..."
"Claaarke..." "Claaarke..." "Claaarke..."
"But... no... I'm no Clarke..."
"I'll say."
"Shh. Shhh."
"It's okay, Steve. I'm sure you'll do the right thing for the story. And the fact that sci-fi with aliens outsells non-alien sci-fi about 30 to 1."
"It does?"
"According to the
Forrest J. Ackerman Cheesy Sci-Fi Movie Handbook, it does."
"Forryyy..." "Forryyy..." "Forryyy..."
"Well? Whataya say, Steve?"
"You know... when I look at this doughnut... it makes me think of a... giant eye..."
"
Hallelujah day! Somebody get that man a frapp, and stand back!"
The Verdant Skies sequel.
It may actually have big, doughnut-eyed aliens in it.
But don't quote me.