Overnight Open Thread
Paula: You seem to still be up there somewhere.
Jeff: Maybe I am.
Paula: I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in this mood before.
Jeff: I guess it’s because I’ve never been in this mood before.
Paula: Something about your flight?
Jeff: Yeah.
Paula: What happened, Jeff?
Jeff: I saw a flying saucer.
Paula: A saucer? You mean the kind from up there?
Jeff: Yeah, or its counterpart. I was shaped like a huge cigar. Dan saw it too. When it passed over, the whole compartment lighted up with a blinding glare. Then there was a tremendous wind that practically knocked us off our course.
Paula: Well did you report it?
Jeff: Yeah, radioed in immediately and they said well keep it quiet until you land. Then as soon as we landed, big army brass grabbed us and made us swear to secrecy about the whole thing. Oh, it burns me up. These things have been seen for years. They’re here, it’s a fact. And the public oughta know about it.
Paula: There must be something more you can do about it.
Jeff: Oh no there isn’t. Oh, but what’s the point of making a fuss. Last night I saw a flying object that couldn’t possibly have been from this planet. But I can’t say a word. I’m muzzled by army brass! I can’t even admit I saw the thing!
— Plan 9 from Outer Space
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