One lonely evening while I was out walking I came across a group of aliens - two Tarns, two Creons - who were a bit older than me. Two were men, two were women. "So, I suppose you guys have come looking for an excuse to make fun of me, have you?" I asked. "Not exactly," said one of the Creons, who was tall with blonde hair, "I was hoping you'd come with us to the local cafe. Says they've got a special offer just for one night." "No thanks, what I really want to do is go to Precinct 88."
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