[posted on the bulletin board outside the Orange Julius. Written on the back of a torn out Yellow Pages ad with a Mr. Sketch grape scented marker]Day 185, 13:10, ext: Orange Julius
Yesterday a martian beamed down and scattered identical papers. She put them on cars and in the doorways of my block.
It's my block, I must defend it.
Dutifully, I removed the papers as it is likely that they contain government listening devices or worse, teeny tiny brain taker-overs from the USSR. Damn them and their trickery, damn you martians.
Luckily I have burned all of the papers in my metal drum. I must return to my watch, I fear the end of days are upon us and my little foil hat will be useless to stop the invasion.
Wade out.
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