Alien from L.A. Page #3

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looking for your dad.

Sister, you're crazy.

You think I'm lying?

I think you believe it.

I can't believe you'd think...

I'd actually make up

a story like that.

You live whatever dream

you want.

It's none of my business.

Boy.

OK, come on, baby.

Every time

you get a troll mechanic...

to work on your car,

you're asking for trouble.

OK, let's believe

you're an alien.

What then?

Come on! Come on, sweetheart,

come on! Just one time!

Come on, we got to bounce.

What's wrong? Are we just

going to leave the car here?

I don't want to hear it.

Stay if you like.

Well, how far is it

to Atlantis?

Nothing ever goes right for me.

Nothing ever works in my life.

I strike it rich...

and Loki and Mago

were trying to steal...

Is it a long way?

It's weird, but I guess...

there are things

like you and trolls...

Would you stop your jabbering?

No one in my world

believes in my dad.

You see, where I come from...

What is that over there?

What does it look like?

It looks like

an underground city.

Gosh.

Is it always this dark

and noisy here?

- I thought you were dead.

- Not hardly.

Look, I struck it rich, boys.

Get out of my way.

Come on, come on. I got

to get to the claims office...

to file my claim.

They're going to close.

Wow.

You are now

in Sector Eighty-five.

Govco...

your government corporation...

supplying you with rules

we think you need to know.

I got to call to make sure...

the place I got to file

my claim is still open.

- Wait here.

- OK. Wait.

What?

I don't even know your name.

Guten Edway.

- Wait.

- What?

I'm Wanda Saknussemm, Gus.

So what?

...met today with the press...

to put to rest rumors

of a captured alien.

Lord Over, speaking through

his representative spokesman...

denied all gossip.

In other news today...

many babies were suddenly born

in Zed Sector.

Remember, citizens...

any suspicious visitors

to Atlantis...

should be reported

to Government House.

Failure to incriminate

is punishable by death.

Thank you for your assistance.

Aliens!

They're here! They're here!

Who was that?

Big trouble.

She reminds me

of a wicked witch.

Extra, extra. Alien captured.

Government denies the truth.

Alien? What alien?

No one believes

what's printed in that paper.

They're filled up with stories

about aliens every day.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Like little green martians

from outer space just landed.

- Aliens from where?

- Outer space.

- What's that?

- Oh, I forgot.

You don't know

what outer space is.

You've lived underground

all your life.

- What?

- That's sad, isn't it?

Sector ''Q''. Right up there.

I mean, not to have seen

blue skies...

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