“I’ve seen things you aliens wouldn’t believe. Rush hour at Central Station. A cat puking a half-dissolved mouse. Two women fighting over the last purple jumpsuit in Aldi.”
The blob of green slime quivered towards its bound captive, giving no indication it understood.
Jeff recoiled at the stench of rotting fish as it opened its mouth, his uneventful life flashing before him.
“Zaaarg, gaarth, plonk,” it drawled.
Thirty seconds later Jeff awoke on his front lawn, staring at the night sky. A shooting star drew his gaze, just as Buster arrived to lick his face. “Look, Buster! They’re leaving.”
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