Enrik toggled a switch on the wallcom. "Report," came a brusque voice in a language no human being would ever understand.
"I was successful," said the little man, who of course wasn't a man at all. "Another experiment is complete. The male chose his role exactly as we suspected. That brings our success rate to sixty-three percent. I believe that proves our hypothesis."
"Indeed," came the sharp reply. "Their breeding compatibility is assured, then?"
"Of course," said Enrik. "I verified it myself, and I have even better news. They have already performed the lip-touching ritual. Soon the mating will begin."
"Good, good. Return home at once. The citizens are eager to see these 'humans' on display, and with as much breeding stock as you've collected, we should be able to maintain the exhibit indefinitely. You, Enrik, are to be commended."
"Thank you, sir," he replied. "What of the others, the ones who were never chosen?"
"They are useless," came the reply. "Discard them and return at once."
"Yes, sir," replied Enrik, terminating the connection and moving to comply with his orders, smiling as he thought about the rewards and accolades to come upon his return to his homeworld. He didn't even think twice as he tossed the two tiny rejects out into the darkness behind the carnival tent, then returned to his ship and began the preparations for liftoff.