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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.

[1] http://www.tragic-smurfs.com/

Email Sean Conner at sean@conman.org

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