The Gun Counter

Interspeciated Workplace is a silly short story I came up with by using the writing prompt of the same name from a Writing Excuses podcast.

Think of it as "The Office" meets "Star Wars."

You know, I've never actually worked in a cubicle farm, but that sounds a lot like the office environment I worked in the navy. Suddenly I begin to remember why I avoided my desk so much.

What you worked with aliens?

Perhaps you haven't met a great many naval officers?