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I’m here today to talk to you about a serious, very serious topic, and it concerns me and it concerns all of you. And you know what concerns you concerns me and visa versa. We’re all in this together and all that, you know, I’m here as President because you elected me to represent you, right, after all?” He smiles widely, tucks his head down against his chest, throws his arms out to his sides, and then the chants come, and he nods his head in mock humility, “Thank you so much, I don’t deserve it, really, do I?” and the applause comes louder this time, and he laughs, shakes his head and says, “Okay, okay, maybe I do. What can I say. We’re making this nation strong again, right? That’s what we’re doing!” And more cheers, and tossed beer cans, or, at least, that’s what Ash imagines. Then the large man with the artificial hair continues: “But on to what I’ve come to talk to you today, and I know I tend to go on, but it’s important, very, so, important. Something we all need to be concerned about. And you know what that is? Aliens.” The cheers rise again and someone yells out “Get rid of all the illegals!” and he nods, but then shakes his head, waves his arms, “Yes, yes, but no, that’s true, but not what I’m talking about this time. I’m talking about, you know, the other kind, what you call the real deal, the real thing, real aliens, like the kind that come from up there,” he says, pointing to the sky. And the cheers stop and it gets almost quiet in that parking lot.
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