"Bob, did you see this story in the paper about a drunk driver that killed a woman when he lost control of his car?"

"No. Hand me another beer. What's the big deal, Jeff? That sorta shit happens all the time."

"Nothin'. It just got me thinkin'. I never killed anyone. I couldn't even imagine it... Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Me?! No. I've never caused the death of another human."

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"Human? Ha, Ha! You kill a dog or somethin'?"

"Aliens."

"Aliens? Quit jokin' around."

"Aliens. Yeah. But never a human... Oh, sure, they look like humans, but they're from another planet... Yeah, I killed tons of them."

"I'm serious, quit jokin' around! There ain't no such thing as aliens! Man, no more beer for you!"

"Oh, they're real, all right. They're everywhere... Say, Jeff, where'd you say you's from?"

"Damn, Bob, where'd you get that gun? Put that thing away."

"Never mind that! Where'd you say you's from!?"

"Jesus, Bob, quit messin' around! This ain't funny!"

"WHERE YOU FROM!?"

"Vacaville!"

"WHAT PLANET IS THAT?!"

"You're trippin'. Fuck this shit, man! I'm outta here!"

BANG

"...Bob... I've known you... since we... was kids..."

BANG

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"TYPICAL! Aliens always say 'there ain't no such thing as aliens' and they're always such bad liars.

"Damn! Just look at this mess. As soon as I finish my beer I'm gonna have to put your dead alien ass with the others..."