"This is total crap," Telleo protests as Keirador drags her out in front of the firing squad. "If you think I'm an alien, that's obviously the proof I'm not an alien."
"Telleo," Keirador says, putting a gun to her forehead, "shut up." He fires point-blank.
Alien brains are pretty messy. There are bits of
Telleo just, like,
everywhere. The rest of her sort of half-melts into a nasty blob of tentacles sticking out from bulbous protrusions of human flesh.
Keirador and Zoomzip, you feel a little rush of adrenaline pulse through your bodies, as if you've just avoided the onset of something virulent and vile.
Congratulations to the town. You're all invited to the
AAR.