The alien clung to the beam watching as the creatures made the same moves and said the same words repeatedly, while others scuttled round changing the colours on canvas walls. Hunger gnawed but there were always too many of them. It waited patiently.
The next day one plump specimen was on stage alone and the alien saw its chance, but when it dropped beside it the creature whipped out a sword, cried, “Have at ye, ye varmint!” and pinned the alien to the stage.
After a dramatic pause a shaky voice called from the darkness, “Darling, you were wonderful!”
I'm a bit late posting this week on Friday Fictioneers, but I only thought of this story today. If you would like to read the other entries for this week, go to Rochelle's blog: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/