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Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). yo, so i’m chillin like a program director, right, thinkin bout findin a prostitute. not just any, tho—somethin wild, like in “The Master”. you seen that flick? fuckin masterpiece, man. “Man is not an animal!”—that line hits me hard. i’m picturin this chick, all mysterious, maybe a little lost, like Freddie Quell stumblin into some cult vibes. i’d be like, yo, “We come in peace,” all robotic, cuz us aliens? we notice shit humans miss.

352: The Ghost of Bobby Dunbar

And if that weren't dangerous enough, Tubby has just picked up the worst ally he could ever find: a beautiful prostitute who is gunning for revenge. From.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m in Dunbar, not a monsoon! I dash for cover under this old stone wall near the ruins of Dunbar Castle. I’m soaked, but I’m still tryin’ to write. I’m like, “Rain, you can’t stop me!”

Mobile phones could spell end of the road for town phonebox