Come on, aliens, don't death and murder and mayhem get boring after a while? Why not mix things up a bit? Personally, I'm ready for the arena where the grand prize is contingent on a dance off. Or, better yet, where we put ourselves in slingshots and get launched at green pigs.

What the Where am I? Am I the only

Well, this sure doesn't look like a Hell Dimension. Or at least not what I would have pictured. And, I still have all my toes. That's a good sign, right?

All right, all you little lost souls. It's Boxing Day, aka the holiday better than Christmas because this day means brilliant left overs, playing with all sorts of goodies and left over Christmas Crackers. I've got enough tea to supply a militia, biscuits to go with, about half a ham and assorted half-eaten pies. Come on, you lot, have at it. 108 East Street, D District.

YES, CHRISTMAS MIRACLE.

Happy Holidays, everyone!

What else wins you a one way ticket to this island jail thing?

There is mistletoe available at the flower shop. The aliens insist I sell it.

( Team Two )

If someone didn't come home after the arena, the aliens probably sent them to their own universe.

If someone did come home, but hasn't come out of their room, they probably want to be left alone.

Nothing hard about that, is there?

NO PANICKING NECESSARY.