It's the middle of the night. You can't sleep, so you're seated out on your front porch with a drink, staring up at the starry night sky. You briefly think about the alien sighting you had as a kid and wonder if it could ever happen again... and that's when the cornfields rustle as someone emerges. You look over, and you freeze. Zyzyx slowly steps forward, looking around curiously before his eyes meet yours. Then he slowly approaches your home, a smile forming on his face. "...is it really you?"
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