Well then.
"Look, over there!"
"It's a human."
"Where?! Where?!"
"Up there!"
"It's a human?"
"He's mine!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAA NO WEAPONS!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIEEEEEE A HEE HEE A HEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Rachel blinked down at the band of strange little aliens. She was sitting on the ceiling, thinking maybe they'd be less panicked if she was out of the way, she was wrong of course.
This was the fifth or sixth 'discovering the human on the ceiling and panicking' cycle she'd seen. If they held true to pattern they'd stop screaming in a moment...find themselves in whatever strange corners they'd scattered to...
...take a little nap....
...and then, well, it started over.
"Hey, wake up!"
"Huh, what?"
"Look, over there!"
They reminder her of goldfish.
Goldfish that missed their weaponry.
"It's a human."
"Where?! Where?!"
"Up there!"
"It's a human?"
"He's mine!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAA NO WEAPONS!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIEEEEEE A HEE HEE A HEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Rachel blinked down at the band of strange little aliens. She was sitting on the ceiling, thinking maybe they'd be less panicked if she was out of the way, she was wrong of course.
This was the fifth or sixth 'discovering the human on the ceiling and panicking' cycle she'd seen. If they held true to pattern they'd stop screaming in a moment...find themselves in whatever strange corners they'd scattered to...
...take a little nap....
...and then, well, it started over.
"Hey, wake up!"
"Huh, what?"
"Look, over there!"
They reminder her of goldfish.
Goldfish that missed their weaponry.