They were cute and that is what worked for them.
The soft hearted, the young and the children, all fawned over the little cuddly furballs with huge pretty eyes.
Public pressure forced our hand, and we welcomed the aliens into our society with open arms, and they gladly accepted our welcome.
Gauging their reason for arrival, was difficult as we were communicating with a race that spoke only one word – Hi.
However, we soon realized their intentions.
But only after they started bursting with the force of bombs, blowing up our key positions, leaving us vulnerable against their invasion force.
Word Count: 100
Prompts:
The Dark Netizen 
Brilliant. A chilling sense of humour, I’d say 🙂
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This is great! Made me smile but then not! Love the twist.
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Good one!
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Never go by appearances…good one!
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Uh oh.. Tribbles with bombs- no good can come of this…
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Great story! I ‘ m picturing gremlins on steroids.
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Nothing much worse than exploding fur bombs! Fuzzpop! Cool six!
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Kind of a cute, cuddly Trojan Horse. Good one.
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