Alien from L.A. Page #2

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You owe me, don't you?

I mean, I could've let them

kill you, but I didn't, did I?

No. I saved your life.

I think you should at least

take me to Atlantis.

I mean, that's not

asking a lot, after all...

is it?

Well, get in.

Gee, I'm sorry, mister.

Come on. Get in.

I'm telling you,

something's wrong with you.

Wait a second.

Get in on that side.

Here.

Better put these on.

It gets kind of muddy out here.

All right. Come on, sweetheart.

Please turn over.

My glasses.

Where are you from, anyway?

It's a long story.

Well, it's a long drive

to Atlantis.

And I was falling and falling.

It seemed like

I was falling forever.

Then when I finally landed,

I didn't even know...

if I was dead or alive or what.

But then I got up,

so I realized I was alive...

and I was OK.

You may now interface.

It was really scary.

I mean, I didn't know

if I'd ever see people again.

But then I stumbled onto you

and those two other guys...

and then I saved your life.

Does that clear it up for you?

Yeah, sure.

You come from the surface

world place called L.A...

and you're here in Atlantis

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...

the sun, the stars...

and Malibu Beach.

Lay off the surface world stuff.

Why does everyone wear

funny make-up and weird clothes?

Would you come on?

Malibu Beach?

A.J., pay attention here.

Welcome to Roryis' saloon.

Wow.

This place is really creepy.

So, your girlfriend

owns this place?

Well, look who's here.

How you doing, Roryis?

How do I look like I'm doing?

I struck it rich, Roryis.

That's why I'm back.

Yeah, like always.

This guy split

without paying his bill.

Left his clothes behind.

Looks to me like

you could use them.

We've talked to sources

that claim...

to have seen you

purchase the alien...

from a miner troll

named Boz Bodeen.

How can there be witnesses...

to something

that has never happened?

What have you done

with the troll...

named Boz Bodeen, counsel?

Has he been flushed?

I don't know any troll miner

named Boz Bodeen.

I do not associate myself

with trolls.

What are you covering up,

counsel?

We have our sources.

Then name them, Donaldson.

You're changing the subject,

counsel.

Look,

I'd like to assure everyone...

that contrary

to any rumors and gossip...

that may be circulating...

we have not captured

any alien beings...

from a purported surface world.

There is simply not a grain

of truth to the rumors...

and that is all

I'm prepared to say.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have a dinner engagement.

Lying sack of crap.

Your approach has activated

the Govco 1000...

total facial and follicle

do-a-vator.

Please stick your face

into the mask provided...

and the unit will attempt

to improve your looks.

Please, step on pedal provided.

The Govco 1000

has done all it can.

- Thank you. Step aside, please.

- Hey, you look really nice.

I brought you something to wear.

It looked like you needed it.

Whoa. Bitchin'.

That's really nice of you.

I couldn't stand wearing

that dress another minute.

Your dress is strange.

I've never seen material

like this before.

What is it?

It's new.

Where are you from?

From out of town.

It's dangerous for strangers

in Atlantis these days.

People get kidnapped...

and no one

ever hears of them again.

You should be careful.

You're the type that would

attract a lot of attention.

I'll be careful.

Thanks, Roryis.

I'll be downstairs

if you need anything.

Oh, dad...

why would you want to come

to a place like this?

I got to find you

and get us out of here.

You are an alien spy...

sent down by your world to

prepare an invasion of Atlantis.

There are three absolutes,

professor.

I am the law here in Atlantis.

You will confess the truth

to me...

and our worlds will go to war.

- I beg you to believe me.

- You will confess, professor.

Look...

wait outside.

I need to yak to Roryis.

The other guy looked a lot

better in his own clothes.

I feel like a worm broker.

It's dangerous for strangers

in Atlantis these days.

People get kidnapped...

and no one

ever hears of them again.

Just a little snip off the top.

Hold still.

Sorry about running out

on our wedding...

but I heard that old miner

jawing about the ore he found...

and I lost my head.

Oh, forget it.

What's a year with no word?

- I know I hurt you.

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