The Answer Page #3

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Being framed.

Chased.

Finding out you're an alien.

You know I've been fighting it.

It actually makes sense.

It explains a lot of things about me.

Ever since I was 10,

I tried to be invisible.

You know, fit in, not make waves.

I pay my taxes early,

I drive the speed limit.

I grew up in an orphanage.

No, it's alright,

the nuns were totally cool.

All the kids were dying to be adopted.

Yeah, we all wanted last names.

Well, I hit the jackpot when I was 10.

This beautiful family adopted me.

My last name was Morgan.

That first week I was playing

ping pong with my brother

and, um...

turns out I was, I was pretty good.

Was great actually.

Obviously.

He couldn't score a point.

Then my adopted dad took over and, um,

but he grew competitive and he,

he started really getting into it.

I still remember the score, 11 to two.

So I started like jumping up and down

with my hands, all excited.

I thought everyone was gonna

jump up and down with me

but they just stood there,

stone quiet.

A week later, they took

me back to the orphanage.

Breakfast for dinner.

Poached eggs, spinach and cheese omelet,

smoked salmon scramble,

eggs benedict, gross.

Chicken fried steak sounds good, though.

Maybe I'll have the waffles.

Bullshit.

You saw that menu on that board

for what, like five seconds?

Tell me about the waffles.

Strawberry, boysenberry, maple.

How much?

Well two cost 3.99, four only cost 5.25.

It's clever pricing.

Blueberries, an extra 50 cents, though.

Think I feel like oatmeal.

What's that? That weird?

You have no idea.

We need to go underground for a while.

Get in, get in.

Vacation houses kick ass.

Mmm, I could get used to this.

Sure.

We just need to clear your name.

Easy.

Stop being a dick.

We lead the cops to the aliens.

We track them down.

You're back to crazy.

Just imagine, back to

the excitement of driving

the speed limit and paying

taxes and folding laundry.

How would we even find them?

I have a hunch that you don't

know everything you can do.

You snore too, FYI.

Time to get crackin'.

Mm mm.

Mm hmm.

I'll start you off with something

a little less dangerous.

Are you sure this is necessary?

My aim sucks.

Come on, be a sport.

Oh, no thanks.

I got it.

Smartie pants.

What, what're we doin'?

Whoa.

Relax, your vitals are safe.

Really?

Whoops.

I guess you're not that fast.

Okay, I'm not actually convinced

you haven't shot someone before.

I was just marking my territory.

The toll of kidnap victims in Virginia

have been rising. Victims are

between the ages of 16 and 30.

Several counties have instituted curfews

while the perpetrators

are still at large.

The Marine family went on air today

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