Alien encounter

Its eyes were the black bottomless holes of which nightmares are made. The face was cruel, cold, unsmiling. It betrayed no hint of humanity or brotherhood or compassion. One sensed only a primitive basic sort of intelligence. It spoke only in rhymes and the strange discourse that had been imprinted on the psyche. And it smelt familiarly of the trough and of inbred violence. Alien as they were to me, I had met this kind before and I knew what to say:

"Surely I wasn't speeeding officer?"