The Archfornicator of Canterbury

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Professor Drøvel was disappointed, to say the least. He, like Musilicus, was now out of a job. Even though he still had his position at the University, the Church of the Latter Day Aliens was no longer a viable concept. Not for him, at any rate. He didn't understand why people would still want to get aboard the alien spaceship even though he had just told them they'd be treated like livestock. He was starting to realise that there was no underestimating human stupidity, nor the innate need for a moment in the limelight, no matter how brief and illfounded. It was all in the past now anyway. The spaceship was on its way back home, carrying the hundred passengers they'd come to pick up. The aliens would never return. Not in his lifetime anyway. He didn't much care what might happen after the next Ice Age.

The professor was just about to head back home when Judas Bobrichoff and Hildegard von Wichsen reached him.

"Professor. What happened. Why did you say those things."

"Leave me alone. I want to go home."

"It can't be true what you said about the aliens. That they want to farm people."

"Oh yes it is. That was the ultimate secret of the Church. Now that you know it too feel free to declare yourselves High Priests if you wish. I quit."

The professor removed his purple robe and handed it to Judas. He was only wearing briefs and a T-shirt under the robe. Judas and Hildegard watched dumbfounded as professor Drøvel walked past them in his underwear and headed home.

The Archfornicator of Canterbury by Olli-Pekka Rinta-Koski
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