Inimical

Larceny and chicanery. Back into his briefcase.
There was nothing I could say. He was right.
Life is a bit different here, isn't it, Jim?

You have just drunk a thirty-day poison.
These emergencies shouldn't be taking place.
The occasional groan. Distant motors whirring.

First, he said, lifting a finger. An antidote.
Eyes back into his briefcase. Landing was easy.
There was nothing I could say.

Let us know what is going down. Can we meet them?
Let us know what is going down. Can we meet them?

We arrived in the evening and were attacked just as soon.
"Go back to the pit from which you escaped."
Landing was easy.