Captain Jennings gave the alien a level stare. "Tell him my government objects most strongly." He glanced at the interpreter.
The interpreter sighed. "Most strongly?"
The interpreter flung his hands up, then snaked down in a sinuous dance. He lifted one leg and emitted a high-pitched squeal of flatulence, face a mask of concentration as he modulated the tone. The alien watched intently, scent-pores dilating. Then it opened its toothless mouth. A fleshy, viridian tongue flicked out and slapped the interpreter twice.
"He's willing to negotiate concessions," said the interpreter, dripping pungent slime. "And he complimented my accent."