The limo pulled in with steam already gushing out from under the hood. We thought it was some high roller from L.A. heading home after a weekend in Vegas, but then those two aliens piled out of the back: the furry one and the crab.
The furry one immediately starts running around examining everything: the other cars, the pumps, the sign with the gas prices, everything. The crab is chittering at him, gesticulating, saying god knows what. Eventually they came inside and the crab had me make them ice cream sundaes.
I think it’s getting to be time to retire.