Fighting Off Genetically Engineered Mutants Who Are Not Turtles

It was a close one today

Boys and Girls.

What was?

You could be asking yourself right now.

Could it be,

that I am talking about the overdue

Earthquake

 that all the noted

Seismologist

 have predicted for

California?

Which will probably make my back yard,

Beach Front Property.

I am about 35 miles
East
of the
Pacific Ocean.

So if it happens,

that will be a huge

Quake.

Or,

could it be,

that I am talking about the hazards of living in a

Trailer Park.

Right in the smack dab middle of

Tornado Alley?

What I believe it is,

that is to say,

if my instincts haven't failed me yet,

and I'm pretty sure they haven't,
that

Aliens,

from another

Planet,

had spotted me driving around town,

and have decided that I am a really good specimen to probe!

Of course,

if that were truly the case,

I was probably in a high speed chase with the

Aliens.

Where I would be driving my

Mercedes,

and the

Aliens

could have been buzzing overhead in a

Flying Saucer!

Then I would have had to fight off the genetically engineered

Mutants
before being captured.

Which are the

Slave Robots

of the

Warlord Proxima,

from the Star system,

Alpha Centauri.

He used his

Amnesia-Sleep-Inducing-Where-Did-I-Wake-Up-This-Morning-Death-Ray

on all of the unsuspecting groups of people,

who were innocently attending some kind of

Comic-Con

at the

Convention Center.

The Cosplayers,

had gathered around our little ferocious melee,

probably thinking we are making a independent film for the opening day of

Comic-Con

in

San Diego, California.

Well,

I can't confirm

or deny that last little tidbit of news because the warlord,

Proxima,

shot me himself with the

A.S.I.W.D.I.W.U.T.M.-Death-Ray

gun!

He is a good shot too!

I nary felt a thing.

If you were here,

right now,

in

San Diego,

you would not believe your eyes.

You would know my warnings are true by seeing all the different types of

Aliens

roaming the streets!

Here are a couple of the really ugly ones.

Well,

Boys and Girls,

I told you it was a close one.

It was,

really.

Because I Could Have Been Captured By One Of These Ugly Looking Aliens,

Flown To Their Home In Their Flying Spaceship,

Probably To Be Probe!

This is,

Safe And Sound Now In My Own Little World,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Cosplay. Why you just said the magic word!”
 - Danika Stone, -

Don't Call Me A Chicken!

I could have been probe!

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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