Kurt the Clerk

'...My mind has been infiltrated by their rays of...'

'Shut the fuck up!'

You yell, his unnatural eyes look back up into yours.

As if understanding your pain, he steps over his faeces and rushes over to you.

'I'm sorry...But after being screamed at like that, the extra-terrestials wish to extract your brain...I have been commanded to kill you now...'

He reaches into his pocket to expose a short blade.

'This may sting a little...'

'Get the fuck away you little diseased freak!' You stare in disgust at the tattered and torn, ragged mess he wears over his disease-infested body.

He scratches uncontrollably at his neck as his eyes look into yours.

'I must destroy you...'

He licks his lips in anticipation.

You begin to uncomfortably shuffle away from the desk, escaping his vile breath, and his little knife.

You look at what he is staring at, he believes he is being ordered by some kind of creature that lives in a circular space-ship, Spock would not be proud.

He stares blankly at the register machine, murmuring his responses to the voices in his head.

'Yes...Masters of the Galaxy..I will do as you command...'

Before he does something stupid, will you so something to prevent any further issues?