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Posted: Aug 1 2007, 06:02 PM
Member No.: 7
Joined: 26-July 07
John climbed out of the flying saucer and waved goodbye to the nice, odd-shaped aliens. They spoke something in their odd-shaped alien language, and closed the hatch, and flew away.
"Hmm... Nice fellows. I guess if you want to be probed, they're pretty peaceful and decent about it", thought John.
But little did he know that he had a ticking time bomb inside of him.
As he reached his house, he exploded, and spread the deadly virus inside of him. The virus multiplied and since it was airborne and extremely deadly, it spread across the World.
The Moral: Aliens exist, but they're probably bastards.
Eat my cynnicism and sarcasm.
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