Um, this spaceship just crash-landed in our front yard. It doesn't have a license plate and it certainly isn't a Kloomazalla. To 3-D, this is a bit Deja Vu. Oh, a guy is getting out. I better go see who he is... *Loads laser gun with "Alien Stopper"*
Little green guy, sorta looks like Zim, but his eyes are blue and his antennae are pointed in the same direction as mine.
He starts babbling hysterically in some weird language that I do not know. I make him turn around and I scan his shoulder and Viola, a translator chip. I set it for "English" and he said "-And I just ended up here? where am I? Who are you?" I try to calm him down but he just keeps panicking. I finally have to tranquilate him because I was afraid he would die from a heart attack or something. The whole thing was quite humorous. He kept babbling and I was a-like "Shaddup" and I shot him with the tranquilizer. Then he made a funny sedated face and fell over. Heheh.
-Mixx
**Runs and gets detective light.** Now to interrogate him!
ReplyDeleteer, one problem with that. we don't *have* a front yard. we live in *space.*
ReplyDeleteyeah we do. It is called a Kloomazalla Deck.
ReplyDeleteWe just call it the front yard.
ReplyDeletehuh. allrighty then. now what? we haven't exactly got the best track record with having guys in space, and now here's ANOTHER one.
ReplyDeleteI know!!
ReplyDeleteI wonder what problem THIS guy will present.
ReplyDeleteI don't plan on keeping this one, I just will have him stay here until I figure whatever is going on out.
ReplyDeleteOkay, good.
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