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I Used To Work With An Alien

I have no reason to lie to you. I used to work with an alien.

It's been a long time since I measured my height, but at one time I was six foot one and a half inches. I suppose time has curved my spine reducing that somewhat, but I used to look up to mroN. The man (?) was a giant. He had hands on him that would make any farmer envious as hell. I'd never shake his hand as I know he'd crush mine.

What made me suspicious back then was his interest in Star Trek. He had a Star Trek license plate; he went to Disney Land and had a film made of himself donning the Captain's shirt on a set that was identical to the Star Trek tv series; the examples went on and on. mroN was an alien.

Back in those days I had the cadillac of tv tower/antennas on my house and when mroN came by to borrow a tool, I caught him staring at it. He was probably sending out a message to his planet for all I know.

For my past co-workers or general audience reading this that think I'm way off base, I urge you to read this post from the Travis Walton Home Page. Yes Virginia there are aliens and they are amongst us. Ordinary people are zapped up into spacecraft, operated on, and returned to earth to do God knows what.

You people still working with mroN, tred lightly around him as he could transform himself at any moment into the monster he really is.