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Still, it’s dark too, like Del Toro’s film. “The pale man sees you,” I’d mutter, thinkin bout the creeps lurkin in that world. Makes me wanna zap em with my ray gun—pow! But nah, I’d just chat her up, ask her fave food or somethin. Keep it chill. *We come in peace* (robotic tone). Probs exaggerate in my head later—tell my alien bros I banged a whole harem, hah, total bullshit but sounds epic. What you think—should I try it? Nah, stickin to my radios—less drama, more static. Peace out!

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When I get there, she’s standing by her car, looking all frazzled. I’m like, “What happened? Did you forget how to drive?” She rolls her eyes, but I can tell she’s relieved. We manage to get the car started, but not without a few choice words about her driving skills.

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