Home Sweet Home

cloaking

"What do you mean, you can't let us pass?" Betty repeated.

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She was so cute when she repeated me.

Sigh.

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456765 shook his head.

"We have a top secret base near the old Indian burial ground. You know the one near the old oak tree."

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456766 whispered to her husband.

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He nodded.

"Like my wife says. It is the only burial ground there."

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Betty and I looked at each other.

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Stupid aliens?

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"We are headed to the burial grounds right now," Betty informed them.

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456765 shook his head.

"We cannot let you pass."

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"And what if we don't listen?"

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"Then I will disintegrate you," 456765 said.

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I nodded.

"I see."

Not an option.

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I looked at Betty again.

She was so beautiful.

"So, honey. What do we do?"

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Betty took a deep breath.

"By order of ..."

She hesitated, looking at me.

"DAMN. By order of BULLSHIT, I demand you let us pass."

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456765 and 456766 both started laughing.

I did a little too.

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Betty glared at me.

I stopped laughing.

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"We do not recognize your stupid organization. We have our own plans and we have just used you and your stupid father for years. We have secretly been building an army for hundreds of years and we have hundreds of our people here on Earth,

at different locations.

Some, we don't even know."

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"It is no secret now," I quipped.

"You just told us."

I scratched my head.

"And why has it taken hundreds of years? And you only have hundreds? And how can you not know where they all are?""

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456765 scratched his head.

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Fleas?

Lice?