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… when suddenly…<\/p>\nWell… one alien. \u00a0Still… \u00a0Alien!<\/p>\n
It finally happened. \u00a0I was messing around with the wormhole generator…<\/p>\n
… when suddenly…<\/p>\n
<BERP!> \u00a0An alien. \u00a0I guess I expected… I don’t know… something aliener.<\/p>\n Max seems like a nice enough chap, for an interstellar visitor. \u00a0 We chatted briefly about governments and parking lots and cows, but he spotted Malcolm eating, and became very<\/em> interested.<\/p>\n “Energy and poo, yes.”<\/p>\n I wondered if he might be reconsidering his travel plans.<\/p>\n Where he began talking to the microwave.<\/p>\n 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\u00a0somebody I’ve never heard of, so what are the chances?<\/p>\n Figures though. \u00a0New guy comes into town, and the microwave gets a date before I do.<\/p>\n chapter 24 …<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Aliens! Well… one alien. \u00a0Still… \u00a0Alien! It finally happened. \u00a0I was messing around with the wormhole generator… … when suddenly… <BERP!> \u00a0An alien. \u00a0I guess I expected… I don’t know… something aliener. “Greetings!”, says I. \u00a0“Welcome to our planet! My name is Jeanette!” <ZOINK> \u00a0His name is Maxwell. \u00a0I kid you not; Maxwell. We both … Continue reading “Jeanette, Chapter 23”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,12],"tags":[18],"class_list":["post-793","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ross","category-jeanette","tag-aliens"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/793","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=793"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/793\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1225,"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/793\/revisions\/1225"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=793"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=793"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hnefatafl.darncats.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=793"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"\"](\"http:\/\/darncats.ca\/images\/clanross\/1-23\/01.png\")
<\/a><\/p>\n “Greetings!”, says I. \u00a0“Welcome to our planet! My name is Jeanette!”<\/p>\n<ZOINK> \u00a0His name is Maxwell. \u00a0I kid you not; Maxwell.<\/p>\nWe both thought it was funny. \u00a0Caitlyn was depressed, the aliens never showed up while she<\/em>\u00a0was testing the wormhole, and nobody had ZOINKed her anything. I think she really wants a good ZOINKing.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n<\/a> “… and you actually put this stuff in your … food hole … and your … body converts it to … energy?”<\/p>\n But, he got up and headed over to the lab’s fridge. \u00a0I did have to quickly steer him away from the lab’s\u00a0other<\/em> fridge, the one with all the experiments… or … hold on. I\u00a0think<\/em> I sent him… no, I’m sure it’s fine.<\/p>\n<\/a> In any case, he came away with something vaguely meat… cake … like. \u00a0He seemed to know exactly where he was going though, and I followed him upstairs to the kitchen.<\/p>\n<\/a>Seriously, he was still standing there two hours later, when I left for home.<\/p>\n