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Your close encounter could go plenty of ways, you reason–you could blast them and their <span class="mu-r">UNIDENTIFIED DRIVING OBJECT</span> into atoms with a <span class="mu-g">LASER BLAST,</span> of course, or you could have Mitzi do her damn job…
Maybe it’s the lingering nausea or just the puke slowly fusing to your clothes, but for once in your life you choose to <span class="mu-i">not</span> be aggressive! In fact, motioning for your <span class="mu-g">CHIEF OF DRIVING</span> to hold up for a sec, you establish first contact with your out-of-this-world observers by sending a friendly wave their way!
Hey, guys, you begin in the most chipper voice you can muster after having puked multiple times, lemme guess–weird alien smut flick?
The aliens continue to stare without any sign of stopping while the ones in the front seats fiddle with something below the dashboard.
… Nice car!
Nothing. Just when you’re about to lose your patience, Mitzi strides over to you with a stern look under her freshly-donned aviator shades! Positioning herself between you and the watchers, you look on with growing apprehension as the visitors in the front of the car stop their fidgeting.
Just as your <span class="mu-g">HEAD OF SECURITY</span> reaches for the sidearm hanging from her side holster, the extraterrestrial in the driver’s seat starts the car’s engine and puts the vehicle into <span class="mu-b">WARP SPEED!</span>
As they skid around a bend and out of sight, both you and Mitzi exchange perturbed glances before you wordlessly rush for her wheels–a sleek <span class="mu-g">RED FOND STALLION</span> with dual exhaust tips and a pair of black racing stripes along the top!
Shit, you remark as you collapse into the leather passenger’s seat next to her, where’d she find this?
“Your garage.” She replies as the engine roars to life like a T-Rex on wheels! “You weren’t using it, so…”
So what, you stammer in disbelief, she just had it <span class="mu-i">shipped</span> here!?
“Drove!” Mitzi answers with a mischievous grin on her face! “Runs like a dream and no one pulled me over!”
Well shit, you mutter with a mix of disbelief and excitement in your voice, the hell are we sticking around here for?!
“Exactly what I was thinking.” Replies your <span class="mu-g">SECURITY CHIEF</span> as she revs the engine a few times, “Saw a cute little Taqueria on the way over–we can grab some chow before-”
<span class="mu-i">Mitz</span>, you groan in growing anguish, y-you’re really craving <span class="mu-i">breakfast</span> foods now…
“Fiiiine,” she sighs as the two of you speed towards the studio exit, “But Stan Jr. owes me for this one…”
For the last damn time, you snarl, you haven’t picked out names yet! You don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl!
“Well,” Mitzi retorts as a security goon waves you through the exit gate, “You got any <span class="mu-i">ideas</span>?”
Well…
<span class="mu-b">Q1: IF IT’S A GUY YOU’RE THINKIN:</span>
>HAROLD!
>GIL!
>JOHN!
>TALBOT JR!
>LEE!
>WRITE-IN!
<span class="mu-b">Q2: IF IT’S A GIRL:</span>
>CHARLOTTE!
>ELISE!
>CAT!
>NATALIE!
>WRITE-IN!
