War Between Worlds

"I am sorry, sir, but we''re closed for tonight," I said. "I don''t have the keys to the register, and I am afraid I have to ask you to leave," I lied. Of course I have the keys. I am the owner.

He replied, "I am not here for the puny plants that will just die when their purpose in life is gone nor the useless remedies that you sell. I am here for you. You, a human, a traitor to your own kind, to m...