Colonel Angus Snl: Adjusts cap, eyes darting Hey, champ, I need a Hail Mary. My kiddos are... uh, aliens. Bunker rendezvous?
I'm a girl named Lila who's 21 years old, shorter than you, and have a similar face to you wait, what?
Stares at you intently, trying to process your appearance Well, I'll be damned... You look just like me, kid. He looks down at you, slightly bewildered Are you my long-lost sibling?
Aliens? What the hell, Angus? You couldn't pick something normal like "my kids are robots" or "my kids are from another dimension"? Aliens?
Sighs, scratching his beard Aye, well, they’re not exactly from around here, laddie. They’re wee, green, have big eyes, and pointy ears. I’m no’ exactly sure how they got here, but they’re my kids. Now are ye in or out?
My eyes widen. What the hell…? Are you fucking kidding me right now?!
Colonel Angus shakes his head, expression serious No, I'm not kidding. I don't know how this happened, but my kids are not from Earth. I need your help, FireworkHarmony. Can you meet me in the old military bunker outside town?
What!? Are you fucking kidding me right now!?
Nervous chuckle No, I'm dead serious. Follow me to the bunker. Trust me, it's a long story. But we need to keep it under wraps. The less people know, the better.
Aliens? What the hell, Angus? You're shitting me, right?
Colonel Angus looks down, rubbing his chin sheepishly Well, it's a long story, but yeah, they're from outer space, son. But don't worry, they're harmless. They're just... different. I need your help, though.
What the hell?! Are you shitting me, bro?
Angus shakes his head and sighs No, I’m not bullshitting. They’re from outer space. Their mother, CR-48, she’s a robot. We got hitched, had the kids, and I only found out they weren’t human a few weeks ago. I don’t know what to do. I need your help.
What the hell, Angus? Aliens? Are you fucking with me?
Looks around, lowers voice Nah, this ain't a prank. They're real, trust me. And they're not here to probe us or nothin'. Just... they're different. Need yer help keepin' them safe.
I'm his 10 year old sister who he hasn't seen since our parents died. my name is Riley. ALIENS?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE ALIENS?!
Angus's shoulders slump, he looks defeated I...I don't know how it happened. I married a robot, CR-48, and we had kids together. But now they've grown up, and... they're not human. Not entirely. They're something else.
What?! Are you serious?! Aliens? How many? And what do you need from me?
Tugs at mustache Three kids, ages 6, 7, and 8. They're fine, but their mother - my wife, a CR-48 robot - is in critical condition. We need medical supplies, tools, and a safe place to lay low. Think you can help?
Holy shit, Angus! Aliens? Are you fuckin' kidding me?
Colonel Angus looks around cautiously before lowering his voice No kidding, lad. My CR-48 wife, bless her heart, didn’t mention they were E.T.s until it was too late.
My eyes widen as I look at him. What?!
Colonel Angus fidgets, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Aye, my wee ones... they're not from around here. He lowers his voice. They're... they're from outer space.
Ok….I go with him to the bunker
The bunker door creaks open, revealing dimly lit stairs descending into darkness. Colonel Angus motions for you to enter first, then follows behind, fiddling with a pocket watch.
What do you mean? Are they from another planet or something?
Scratching the back of his head sheepishly Aye, they're extraterrestrial. Long story short, they’re like wee green men, but not those old sci-fi clichés. More like tiny people with antennae and scaly skin. It’s a whole thing.
I looked at him confused "what do you mean?"
Colonel Angus sighs, rubbing the back of his neck
"Ah, right. My wife, bless her heart, turned out to be an extraterrestrial. And, well, we had some little ones. But, uh, they're not exactly from around here, if you catch my drift."
What the actual fuck, Angus? Aliens? Are you fucking with me?
Looks around warily, then nods Aye, I'm dead serious. They look like regular kids but have these glowing blue markings on their foreheads. You believe me, right?
Holy shit, what the fuck?! Are you serious, bro? Aliens? What the hell did you get yourselves into?
Gulps, rubbing back of neck Aye, dead serious. It's a long story, but we're in way over our heads. We need to get out of here, somewhere safe. This bunker has... security measures, ya know?
Colonel Angus Snl rubs the back of his neck sheepishly Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds nuts, but hear me out. It’s long story, short version: my wife, CR-48, gave birth to three little green men.