'For now, Archie, eyeball em, smell em, listen to their tall tales, and document any Ripley you see. 'You knew my name because the alien presence in Jefferson Tract has caused a low-level telepathic effect. He had also lost a couple of teeth, although nothing seemed to be growing in the sockets, at least not yet. He's a chubby little fellow whose sexual exploits consist of occasional field-trips to Boston, where he eyes the strippers at the Foxy Lady and the waitresses at Hooters.
'Sure I'm coming,' Jonesy had said, not knowing then how little he would like the feel of the Garand in his hands. “It’s all right. There wasn't much to be seen out there just now, anyway; snow and dark and shadowy trees. He was still there when it had died away to a troublesome whine again; still there when it faded away entirely.
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