Excitedly, Jack raced into the Photo store to pick up his prints. He'd seen a UFO last night, they were real, and Jack finally got the proof. They were right here!
With hardly a breath, Jack ripped open the package and pulled out the prints. No. No, this couldn't be! With an anguished cry, Jack tore through the prints, but they were all the same. There was no UFO, no proof. Only a jumbled bunch of lights. Then it struck him. How much Red Bull had he had that night? A lot. Apparently, far too much.
Jack cursed and threw the prints in the garbage and wandered home. Weeks later, when he saw the UFO again, this time without Red Bull in his system, he laughed.
He didn't realize UFOs were shaped like the Bug Zapper. |
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