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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2018 7:13 pm
by Wil

With not a little wry sarcasm, he said to her, “So... Miss ‘Hitler’. You still claim to have travelled in a submarine-based time-machine, back to April 30th 1945... to have matter-transported into the Fuhrer Bunker... and killed your Grandfather, Adolf, with a laser-pistol you built, based on designs engraved in the walls of an Egyptian Pyramid. Don’t you find that tale even the slightest bit... incredible?”

The girl reacted, hurtfully. “So, who are you to call me a fantasist, Mister... Mister..?”

“You couldn’t possibly pronounce my real name,” replied the little grey figure, tetchily. “Just call me the Roswell Alien.”