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Being around humans is psychologically damaging.

Finally you listen to me! I tried to tell you this for how long?

I know, but I had to play along. The whole double agent thing doesn't work if it's all one sided and obvious, now does it?

No, it doesn't. You've definitely got a point.

Goes with being human, I think.

...I'm not exactly human.

Ahh. I see. What are you?

Alien. Actually, half alien, half human. My brother and his wife and myself and my fiancee were all killed in some war back on our planet, Antar. So they took our souls or our DNA or something and brought it here and made us human. So we have some of our original powers and stuff, but we're still vulnerable like humans too. It's weird. Back on Antar, Max was King, and I would have been Queen someday. Here, we're just a bunch of teenagers having to deal with normal crap and of all places we had to end up - Roswell.

Never have truer words been typed.

I take it you're alien too?

Yep. And deal with Humans, too.

Do they check you for tentacles and ask you to beam them up or whatever?

They usually don't know I'm not Human.

Maybe you've been around the wrong ones?

Maybe. Ever been to a place called Roswell? Talk about a freak fest.

Does it beat London?

Never been to London. But here in Roswell there's all these wackos with these misconceptions of what they think an alien is. And they have museums, and theme restaurants, and festivals based on little green men with big black eyes getting autopsied alive. It's psychotic.

Yeah, understand that. Tourism. Not like anyone actually wears the Union Jack here, right? Doesn't mean you didn't see it on visitors' shirts for miles.

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