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“It's aliens. I seen them.”
5:00 am. There's this horrible noise eminating from the ceiling through out
The Company here. Horrible. Building shattering. Threatening. Frighening. I
ask Rob [1] (my roommate and now fellow cow-orker) what's up with the noise.
“It's alien super models come to kill us,” he said.
“Are you sure they're not going to abduct us and make us sex-slaves on their
planet?”
“Nope,” said Rob. “They're here to kill us.”
“Darn!” I said as the noise got louder.
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