@mike First a fighter jet casually dropped artillery shells down my street. I went outside to look but they were actually paint buckets. Inside them were green tentacles. I rushed back inside and slammed my door, catching a green tentacle in it. It started to tangle itself in my wires and I grabbed scissors and started cutting it into pieces. But the pieces were regenerating. So I threw them into a plastic bag. Then another plastic bag. Then another. The alien threat was neutralized. Then they stared controlling people's brains and I was glad that didn't happen to me.
Add comment