Aliens!
Well… one alien. Still… Alien!
It finally happened. I was messing around with the wormhole generator…
… when suddenly…
<BERP!> An alien. I guess I expected… I don’t know… something aliener.
“Greetings!”, says I. “Welcome to our planet! My name is Jeanette!”
<ZOINK> His name is Maxwell. I kid you not; Maxwell.
We both thought it was funny. Caitlyn was depressed, the aliens never showed up while she was testing the wormhole, and nobody had ZOINKed her anything. I think she really wants a good ZOINKing.
Max seems like a nice enough chap, for an interstellar visitor. We chatted briefly about governments and parking lots and cows, but he spotted Malcolm eating, and became very interested.
Malcolm tried explaining the concept of duck and marshmallow aspic to the guy… (I think he’s a guy…), but it didn’t quite translate properly.
“… and you actually put this stuff in your … food hole … and your … body converts it to … energy?”
“Energy and poo, yes.”
I wondered if he might be reconsidering his travel plans.
But, he got up and headed over to the lab’s fridge. I did have to quickly steer him away from the lab’s other fridge, the one with all the experiments… or … hold on. I think I sent him… no, I’m sure it’s fine.
In any case, he came away with something vaguely meat… cake … like. He seemed to know exactly where he was going though, and I followed him upstairs to the kitchen.
Where he began talking to the microwave.
Seriously, he was still standing there two hours later, when I left for home.
I meant to ask him if he knew Georgia, but figured that the universe is probably bigger than my home town, and I get asked a lot if I know somebody I’ve never heard of, so what are the chances?
Figures though. New guy comes into town, and the microwave gets a date before I do.