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me,
I watch ER on TV all the time. I should also mention that I passed
grade ten biology before I dropped out of high school.
Howie:
Well that's good enough for me. This little guy here is having a real
hard time breathing.
Otis:
Woah! This guy is weird! What do you think he is?
Prof.
Stone: I'll give you my professional opinion at a later time. This
poor creature requires immediate medical attention.
Frank:
I'll go get the oxygen tank out of the ambulance.
Otis:
Frank, while you're there I put some Jack Daniels in the glove
compartment. A shot or two might relieve the poor creature's pain.
Narrator:
The alien gratefully takes a shot of Jack Daniels,takes a hit
off
of the oxygen mask and starts taking in some deep breaths.
After
the space creature is breathing properly on his own, Otis and Frank
both grab an arm and help him walk to the ambulance. Just as they are
opening the door for the alien, a military jeep drives right up to
them. A five-star general gets out of the jeep.
Gen.
Kane: Hold it right there boys. Turn your patient over to me.
Frank:
Sir, this creature needs to see a doctor immediately. We are going to
take him over to the Roswell Hospital.
Gen.
Kane: What! Are you boys hard of hearing? This creature is now the
property of the United States Air Force.
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