11: Just then, Barney came into the editing room. "Where's the TV remote?"
"It's in a remote location," replied Ashley from payroll.
Barney found the remote and turned the TV on. "They're interrupting programs to bring this live broadcast from that 'Have an iced A' lady. She's saying something about aliens or some crazy thing." Sure enough, there she was alive and well on TV. "Here, I'll turn it up." Everyone watched the bizarre scene unfold.
"They are called the Nocent. They are from the planet, Sypraxia. They have come here to Earth to help us. They will share the secrets of star flight with us. Also, if they implant a chip into the back of your hand, you can have increased strength beyond human capacity. They do not wish to cause a widespread panic so they have cut off all communication between Marble Cliffs and the outside world. Those who wish to have the chip implanted should come to the old ore refinery at Marble Cliffs Lake. Speaking on behalf of the Nocent, I am Sandy Ahn an I hope you will all have a nice day." With that, the news anchors came back with their comments on the live broadcast.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell just happened? Fuckin' aliens and some shit about implanting a chip? And our communication is cut off? I don't like this." Kenn's brow was furrowed.
"Am I mistaken or did she just say, 'have a nice day?' That's not my mom. Did you see her eyes? There was something wrong with her eyes like she wasn't focusing on the camera or something. Those fucking fuckers better not have hurt my mom." Jeffrey was pacing around the editing room, chewing on a knuckle nervously.
"What does nocent mean?" asked Kenn.
Mina was more concerned about other things, but answered, "Well, the word, 'innocent' literally means not nocent. So whatever you think of as innocent, these people, whoever they are, are the opposite. Innocence? In no sense."
"Mina, Jeffrey. I want you to take this story. See if you can talk to the 'Have an iced A' lady or to these Nocent people. She said they'll be at the old ore refinery at the lake. See what you can find out," said Barney, speaking to Mina and Jeffrey.
"I want to go there anyway, but not on the job. It's five o' clock. By the sound of that engine outside, I can hear that my gang's just pulled up in the van and we've got a show tonight," replied Jeffrey.
"Jeffrey, we don't know if these Nocent people can be trusted. Even if they only kidnapped your mother, remember that they tried to make it look like a murder. If they really are here to help us, why didn't they just ask your mother to speak on their behalf?" Kenn had a lot of questions he wanted to find the answers to at the ore refinery. Just then, the door opened and two young punkish looking men and one copiously pierced woman walked in.
"Hey, J, whaddya say?"
"Yo, Lowe, whaddya know? Dude, how's it bangin' Al? 'Sup, Deej? Everyone, this is our bassist, Lowe Freq. This is our guitarist, Alexander Graham Taco. And the short one is DJ Carrionette. We are the Maine Eleven Company," said Jeffrey in his usual ghetto redneck zen geek style.
Kenn nudged Mina and whispered, "What was all that he just said?"
Mina covered her mouth and whispered back, "I don't know. It's all Geek to me."
Barney spoke up. "Jeffrey, since all communication has been cut off, I can't contact any of the other reporters. You need to do this story. I'll be going too if that shows you how important this is. Besides, with aliens in town, how many people exactly do you think will be going to see your band tonight? And aren't you concerned about your mother?"
"We should all go. I bet most of the town will be there for one reason or another tonight," said Kenn.
"It's in a remote location," replied Ashley from payroll.
Barney found the remote and turned the TV on. "They're interrupting programs to bring this live broadcast from that 'Have an iced A' lady. She's saying something about aliens or some crazy thing." Sure enough, there she was alive and well on TV. "Here, I'll turn it up." Everyone watched the bizarre scene unfold.
"They are called the Nocent. They are from the planet, Sypraxia. They have come here to Earth to help us. They will share the secrets of star flight with us. Also, if they implant a chip into the back of your hand, you can have increased strength beyond human capacity. They do not wish to cause a widespread panic so they have cut off all communication between Marble Cliffs and the outside world. Those who wish to have the chip implanted should come to the old ore refinery at Marble Cliffs Lake. Speaking on behalf of the Nocent, I am Sandy Ahn an I hope you will all have a nice day." With that, the news anchors came back with their comments on the live broadcast.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell just happened? Fuckin' aliens and some shit about implanting a chip? And our communication is cut off? I don't like this." Kenn's brow was furrowed.
"Am I mistaken or did she just say, 'have a nice day?' That's not my mom. Did you see her eyes? There was something wrong with her eyes like she wasn't focusing on the camera or something. Those fucking fuckers better not have hurt my mom." Jeffrey was pacing around the editing room, chewing on a knuckle nervously.
"What does nocent mean?" asked Kenn.
Mina was more concerned about other things, but answered, "Well, the word, 'innocent' literally means not nocent. So whatever you think of as innocent, these people, whoever they are, are the opposite. Innocence? In no sense."
"Mina, Jeffrey. I want you to take this story. See if you can talk to the 'Have an iced A' lady or to these Nocent people. She said they'll be at the old ore refinery at the lake. See what you can find out," said Barney, speaking to Mina and Jeffrey.
"I want to go there anyway, but not on the job. It's five o' clock. By the sound of that engine outside, I can hear that my gang's just pulled up in the van and we've got a show tonight," replied Jeffrey.
"Jeffrey, we don't know if these Nocent people can be trusted. Even if they only kidnapped your mother, remember that they tried to make it look like a murder. If they really are here to help us, why didn't they just ask your mother to speak on their behalf?" Kenn had a lot of questions he wanted to find the answers to at the ore refinery. Just then, the door opened and two young punkish looking men and one copiously pierced woman walked in.
"Hey, J, whaddya say?"
"Yo, Lowe, whaddya know? Dude, how's it bangin' Al? 'Sup, Deej? Everyone, this is our bassist, Lowe Freq. This is our guitarist, Alexander Graham Taco. And the short one is DJ Carrionette. We are the Maine Eleven Company," said Jeffrey in his usual ghetto redneck zen geek style.
Kenn nudged Mina and whispered, "What was all that he just said?"
Mina covered her mouth and whispered back, "I don't know. It's all Geek to me."
Barney spoke up. "Jeffrey, since all communication has been cut off, I can't contact any of the other reporters. You need to do this story. I'll be going too if that shows you how important this is. Besides, with aliens in town, how many people exactly do you think will be going to see your band tonight? And aren't you concerned about your mother?"
"We should all go. I bet most of the town will be there for one reason or another tonight," said Kenn.
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