Wyvern Page #6

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- Reptilian aliens.

You need to go home

and get some sleep,

or you're gonna be tweaked

as Hass.

- Hass! What happened to Hass?

- What, you don't know?

- Listen, missy,

get the chief on the blower.

I seen the damn thing

that killed Doc.

- I can't call anyone

until you fill out

an incident report.

- Incident report?!

You gonna be fillin' out

death reports

on the whole damn county

if you don't get the chief!

Oh...!

- Hey!

- Watch it.

- Chief, come back.

Chief...

- Thomas?

Thomas.

Ugh!

(gasping)

(dramatic sound effect)

- Hey, Colonel, how's it going?

Wanna make a dedication

to Doc?

- I need to make

an emergency broadcast.

- Why?

- It's Roswell, Hampton.

All over again, girl.

And they look like reptilians.

A huge mother of 'em

flew right over my vehicle!

- Uh-huh.

You sleeping all right?

- Hell, I'm as awake

as a steer with a prod

up his rear!

Now listen to me.

People need to know.

- If you're hankering

for a thick, juicy steak,

or some pork butt,

head on down to--

- Get the damn cotton

out of your ears, girl!

- I answer to the highest

authority in the land.

Only state officials

can authorize

an emergency broadcast.

- This whole town's losing it,

and I'm the sane one!

- Sorry, Trav,

there are rules and regulations.

I can't just blurt out

an emergency broadcast!

F***in' nut.

- Farley.

He'll believe it.

Farley, they've landed.

- What's that? Aliens?

- Flying reptilians, like.

Seen it twice.

- You sure

it's not the same rogue critter

that got Doc Yates?

That's why I'm packin'.

Yeah.

You betcha.

- Whew...

Lambs to the slaughter.

I'm on my own.

Just like in 'Nam.

- So, um,

what'd the colonel tell you?

- That he saw

flying space reptilians.

- It's the same thing

he told me.

Looks good.

- Got any pull with the judges?

- Just you and me, bro.

(thunderous sound)

(thunderous sound)

(flapping)

Emergency broadcast!

This is an emergency broadcast!

We need help. Emer...

(power fading)

(groaning softly)

- Oh, no.

No.

Barnes!

What's your 20?

Barnes! Do you read?

(snoring)

Barnes!

Barnes! Come back!

(snoring)

Wake up, Barnes!

- Barnes here. Sorry, Chief.

At the Solstice Festival.

It's all clear here, sir.

Gearing up and it smells great.

- Shut it down!

- Say again.

- There are multiple victims.

Call in the state troopers!

Shut it down on my authority!

Get the whole damn town

out of the area!

- Roger.

- Seriously, like, whee...

- Attention, please.

The festival is closed.

We have a situation.

The festival is closing down.

- You outta your mind?

- Sheriff's orders.

Pack it up.

(mutterings)

Don't panic.

It's... it's just a precaution.

Please, stay calm.

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