“And what professional baseball experience do you have?” the team G.M. asked, skeptical.
“Well ... none. But I’ve played recreationally for years and could offer so much.” Ronny begged, desperate for a chance.
The G.M. shook his head. “Sorry. Not good enough.”
Ronny seethed. His inch-long claws and his third and fourth eyes became visible. “Did I mention I’m from Planet Zeldon and could destroy your organization?”
The G.M.’s eyes widened. “Let’s not decide anything too quickly. I’m sure an arrangement could be made.”