Intergalactic Voicemail

Kreeblor leaned forward, all six eyes twitching. The ancient console blinked. A signal. After eons of silence, Earth was finally calling back.

Static.

Then a voice:

“Congratulations! You’ve been pre-approved for a high-interest intergalactic credit line!”

The room froze.

Kreeblor sighed. “They invented spam before diplomacy.”

And just like that, Earth got blocked.