Explorer's Space Diplomacy Signing

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The Ratification of the Outer Space Treaty between NASA and PASA was a classified diplomacy summit between the National Aereonautics and Space Administration and the Penguin Aerodynamics and Space Agency, performed to stop the aliens from interfering with USA space development.

Keep it secret, humans are involved!

The event
After PASA shot down an "alien" satillite, they recieved a message to sign an extisting anti-weapon treaty with the rest of the "world" (weird) banning all use of weaponry in space so that it can "benefit mankind".

It seemed to involve a Sanity Human named Christopher Scolese... and Explorer.

Dialouge Transcript
The two creatures walk in and shake extremities.

Chris: Hello, and wel- ...why are you in a penguin costume? Is this some sort of joke?

Explorer: PASA enjoys putting merriment into the normal stress of spaceflight.

Christopher nods.

Chris: So, before you sit down, tell me, why have we not heard of you before? Your spacecraft technology is incredible!

Explorer thinks for a moment.

Explorer: We were a private agency for a while.

Chris: ...funded by?

Explorer: (changing subject) LOOK! a cubewano!

Chris: WHERE?

Explorer: Made ya look!

Chris: (annoyed) Okay, now tell me your name.

Explorer: Explorer Freddington Antics CLXIX.

Chris: Your real first name, Mister Antics.

Explorer: My first name is Explorer. People have weird names sometimes, isn't that right, Mister Scolese?

Chris: Understood. Please take a seat where you can sign the Treaty.

Christopher and Explorer sit down.

PPPPPPFFFFFFFFF!

Explorer is struggling to restrain his laughter.

Chris: (frustrated) Mister Antics, why did you place a whoopee cushion in my chair?

Explorer is still trying to restrain his laughter.

Explorer: (between giggling) It lightens up the mood of a diplomatic event. I do it to everyone.

Chris: (adjusts himself in the seat) Okay. Whatever. Now, by signing this (pffff) treaty (pffff), you will declare that your space agency will not use any sort of weaponry, nu-(pffff)-clear or otherwise. Is that understood, Mister Antics? (pffff)

Explorer is still laughing because the Whoopee Cushion is not fully deflated and is making noise.

Chris: MISTER ANTICS?

Explorer perks up.

Chris: Just read the treaty.

Explorer reads the treaty.

Explorer: No nukes. No shooting. Got it. We live by that policy where I come from.

''Chris nods and takes back the treaty for a final review. Explorer, meanwhile, preens his feathers. Christopher notices.''

Chris: (very annoyed) Mister Antics, I understand your penguin costume is for humor's sake, but is pretending to preen your feathers really necessary?

Explorer stops.

Explorer: Okay. Just give me the treaty!

''Chris does so. Explorer signs the treaty with his full name, but writes "noob" in octal-code under it.''

Explorer: There.

Chris and Explorer stand up and shake extremities.

Chris: Mister Antics, next time, should we ever meet again, please on't wear that stupid penguin costume. It's really unprofessional.

Explorer rolls his eyes.

TO BE CONTINUED, NEARLY DONE.