My Favorite Martian Page #5

-Now what?

-Thank God, an eyewitness.

-Eyewitness? Negative.

-You must tell no one.

-No offence, but your ship is

double-parked in my living room.

You're the biggest story

in the history of mankind!

There is intelligent life

out there in the universe!

I hope you're not including yourself

in that statement!

Tim, listen, I'm sorry to bother you

so early in the morning,

but I got a hold of your mail,

and I wanted-

Could you just- please, come here.

Take a look at that!

Aaah!

Tim, you definitely need a maid!

Oh, hello!

-Greetings.

-Oh, I'm sorry to catch you

in your... pyjamas.

-Pyjamas? - Where's the spaceship?

- Spaceship?

-Right here.

Oh, for the rummage sale!

Does it come with an action figure?

-You're looking at him.

-Oh. I don't believe we've met.

-No, don't touch him! He's a Martian.

-Tim, what's going on?

-I beg your- Mart- Martin?

-Yes. Martin.

-No, no, no, no!

-He's a- uh-

-Uncle!

-Martin.

-Oh.

-Well, it's a pleasure to meet you.

-He turns invisible, okay?

His suit talks-

he's got a talking suit.

He's got these things that

pop out of his head- You just-

-Show her. Go ahead.

Come on, give her the finger.

-Tim!

No, I didn't mean that.

I don't know what I mean. Forget it.

You'll have to forgive Tim, Mrs. Brown.

He lost his job last night,

and he's experiencing

a nervous breakdown.

Oh, poor dear.

-I hope it doesn't affect the rent.

-Don't worry,

I'm here to look after him.

-Ha!

He's very lucky to have

an uncle like you in his life, Martin.

And you, Mrs. Brown,

are like a brilliant quasar

in the black hole of my day.

Oh! Call me Lorelei.

Lorelei.

The sound of...

pure mountain spring water

from the centre of the Earth.

Oh, my.

Oh!

I obviously misconstrued a custom.

I apologize.

I'm from... New York.

No, actually, it's- It's fine.

It's perfect.

-Oh, brother.

-Oh, Martin?

Yes, Lorelei?

Um, Mr. Brown... passed away

several years ago.

-I thought you might like to know that.

-Hmm.

Au revoir.

Hmm?

Just for the record,

a handshake will do for me.

You think that I actually enjoyed...

tasting that female's exoskeleton?

I merely used my data on

your primitive species to determine...

the optimum way

to avoid suspicion.

-Yeah, but what's the optimum

way to get home?

- Blotz!

I don't know, Zoot. Where on this

barbaric swamp of a planet...

can we find the makings

of an electron accelerator?

-Maybe your new girlfriend has one.

-Oh, that's very funny.

Excuse me. Fellas,

I don't mean to interrupt, but...

I-I, you know, I think I might be able

to help you find that electron thing.

We're toast.

I don't believe this.

You really think you can...

repair your ship

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