Spokespersons knocked over tables and leaped over chairs, all squeezing towards Pence's podium, making the scene quite comical.
Wei Tianyang walked down the steps to the speaker's stand, casually sitting on a desk.
"What kind of drugs are you on? Can't even utter my name?" Wei Tianyang said.
The spokespeople stared at him nervously, all silent, but Wei Tianyang could hear the voices in their heads, weighing options, thinking, speculating.
He ignored them.
"We are facing a threat, ladies and gentlemen. This isn't just talk. Your space agency could use a telescope to look at the universe, or even use your brains to wonder why these Heavenly Falling Objects are already corpses when they fall," Wei Tianyang said.
"What do you want?" Pence mustered up the courage to ask.
Wei Tianyang's face darkened, and Pence scampered under the podium in fright.
