The aliens communicate with me by speaking into a handheld credit card processing unit, which then prints out the translation onto long strips of white paper.
Circonflexe
Autistic Space Travel
Our flight to Mars is navigated by an autistic boy with oddly balloon-like legs. He is obsessed with accented letters. He is delighted when I introduce him to the circonflexe.
The Aliens are Coming
We hear that the aliens are landing in Toronto. This is pretty close, so we decide to leave town. I try to get our family into the station wagon, but people keep getting back out of the car, for stupid reasons. It is like playing Whac-A-Mole. It is so frustrating. I mean, THE ALIENS ARE COMING.