Chapter+8


 * Chapter 8**

"SAM!!!! How could you?" questioned George immediately. "How could I what?" "First of all," stated George, "there is like, an unspoken code between bros that you don't go after your best friend's SISTER!!!!" "I don't see anything wrong with it. She is sweet, modest, intelligent, and will make a fabulous bride for me." Sam calmly replied. The Queen angrily yelled, "You're getting married? No no no no no. This can't be happening. She's like, 13, and you're only 15. REALLY SAM?"

"Mother, would you please stop calling me by my Earthling name! It is so irritating!" And with that final outburst from "Sam," the whole environment shook so hard that the stalactites on the ceiling fell and skimmed George on the head. He was knocked unconscious and

and again found himself dreaming, only now it was of his baby sister and Sam in love. Luckily, the sickeningly cliched experience was over when he awoke to find himself back at home on earth, in his bed, with Sam standing in the doorway. "You're still here." George said. "You bet. And I'm staying here." "You and my sister can't have a live-in arrangement!" "We don't. But my mom kicked me off of the spaceship and I need somewhere to stay." George grunted. "Not here." "I forgot to mention," Sam said, "That my mom has been protecting me for all these years from my greatest enemies, and now I'm quite vulnerable." "So?" "Tharblang the Great from the planet Eta Carina IV has already raided the fridge downstairs and his legions of giant parasitic/sybiotic copepods has set up base camp in the TV room." "Whatever you say." "The Kkghgkkghk Hegemony lasered Mount Rushmore from orbit. By their totally nonhuman standards of beauty, the faces were downright ugly. They're going to try and laser this house if they find out that I'm here." "Could you please be serious for a moment, Sam?" An ten-legged, eight-foot long armored behemoth thundered through the hallway and tackled Sam. Another one, wearing five snazzy pairs of spats and a top hat along with more than a few war medals, barged through the wall to George's bedroom and aimed its radioactive poleaxe at him. "Dude." it said. "You're like, coming with us, y'know?"