I escaped Area 51.
I contacted the mother ship and they’re gonna come and pick me up. So, I’m going to stay in the woods.
Stay low and keep myself out of trouble.
I don’t want to be sent back to Area 51. That was a bad place. If I still had my own ship, I’d set that place aflame.
No one told me that people camp in these woods.
People who roast marshmallows.
marshmallows and chocolate and graham crackers.
I may have tried to steal one from a camper.
The camper may have freaked out. And called the army and the navy and the marines and the FBI and…
I’m back in Area 51.
I will get out of here yet.